Hiiii !!! Well, I sat down and wrote a sad short story. Have fun while reading!

* hug * your Wildy °°



Tired and exhausted, he wandered through the forest. His head, once so proudly raised, was bowed to the ground and his eyes, which reflected the light of the stars, seemed dim.

His steps were heavy. It felt like his legs were getting heavier with every step. But no matter how heavy and exhausting his steps were, he made no sound. Not even the old leaves that covered the damp forest floor crunched under his feet. Only the dripping of liquid on the floor could be heard. And the sound came at ever shorter intervals. But suddenly he stopped and looked up at the sky. But he saw nothing. Nothing but blackness. The sky was dark. Gloomy. Just like his soul. No star shone in the sky and no silvery moon shone down on the forest and bathed it in a magical light.It almost seemed to him as if his surroundings, his mood, would adapt.

Sullen he dragged himself on. He had to achieve his goal. Before breaking his eye. Before he would take his last breath. He knew his time was coming to an end. But he felt no pain. No stinging, no pulling, no throbbing. Nothing. He felt his body go numb. How all his strength drained from his body. Soon he would finally be able to sleep. Finally rest. He was actually tired of it anyway. This restless wandering. Fight one fight after the other. He didn't want that anymore anyway. Actually, he had long planned to stop. To draw a line.

But then she entered his life. Illuminated it with her light. Banished the darkness in his heart. With her laugh, with her bright blue eyes, with her patience and her love, she had managed to fill him with new life again.She had given him a reason to go on living.



But now she was no longer there. And she would never come back either. Never again. And by going away, she had also taken the purpose of his life with her. His joy, his happiness, his laughter, his pain. She was his life. He would have done anything for her. Had gone to the end of the world, waited until the end of time. But now he didn't have to wait any longer. She was gone.



And with her his soul had gone with it. He was just a shell. A shell without emotions, without will. Just a shell in which a little life still shone. But even this little flame would soon be extinguished.



Breathing shearly, he had now reached his goal. He straightened up one last time and, with his head held high, went to the place where he had first met her. He had to use all his strength to get to his goal.

He sank weakly against the old weeping willow and closed his eyes.He heard the rush of the water, the singing of the birds. And he heard her voice. Clear and clear. Like the rays of the sun. So warm and friendly.

He opened his bleary eyes and saw her. Yes you. She stood before him, wrapped in a white robe, and smiled at him. He managed a weak, yet happy smile. Then she stretched out her hand and brought him to her.



The next day the big, once so strong fighter was found under the weeping willow. Clutching his sword tightly, the other hand on his heart. His once so bright eyes closed and a smile on his face.

Many tears were shed. Many songs were sung about him and many good things were said about him. But why he smiled when he died, no one could say. But if you sat under the weeping willow and no longer knew how to proceed, then you could hear the voices of him and her. How they gave him courage again.Many said it was just the wind. But others believed in it and found new courage to face life.



The story of the great fighter and his great love.