Homecoming


I was just standing there
I didn't know how long or why.
I just stood there with my sword in hand.
I looked down on this city, I knew it well.
I was very happy to be back, to be at home in my city.
Still, I was afraid to go home.
Where I lived until 1 ½ years ago.
Back to him whom I simply left without saying a word about it.
I don't know what to say, or whether he hadn't long since forgotten me.
I didn't want to go back then but I had to.
Why?
Well that was so….
I wanted to meet with him, with him I had loved more than ever then as now. But our meeting was not a lucky star. I made my way to our meeting point, I came about half an hour early and had to wait.
I sat in the meadow that day, it was a wonderful day and I wanted to enjoy it. But I was not granted that.
After a few minutes, a guy fell from the nearby forest and was walking in my direction. I say that he was wounded and that he was also persecuted.
I wanted to hide but it was already too late he came up to me with a demonic grin on his face and before I knew it he stabbed me in the stomach with the sword he was carrying and just kept walking.
I collapsed. I thought I was going to die.
But the pursuers stopped and one of them pulled something out of his pocket. I couldn't see exactly what it was, I just felt the pain. I was already too weak to fight back. Before I passed out, however, I heard her say to each other, "We have to take her with us, otherwise she can die ...".
When I woke up I was lying in a tent.
Next to me sat a young man no older than me, around 17. "Keep calm, you're hurt. We'll bring you to our village, don't be afraid", I answered with a croaking voice, "What do you want from me"?"That you survive and we will train you".
I passed out again.
And now I stand here torn from my feelings. I didn't want to leave him. But I don't dare.
I decided to look around with my Anbu mask on my face and nobody could recognize me. I moved from roof to roof until finally a piece of paper flew into my hands. It was a leaflet. But what I saw on it frightened me. There were 2 pictures on it. One showed the man who almost killed me back then and the other showed him my friend.
When I read it all I was filled with anger. He had managed to take my homeland and now he wanted to publicly execute my friend as a sign of his power and to intimidate him, because he had tried to defend himself against this dictatorship.
My anger rose more and more, I clutched my sword. Tomorrow it was supposed to take place The apparently so big event.
The next morning I made my way to the big town square determined to free him. Fortunately for me, masks were sold there and I didn't care much about that. I looked around and saw two of our friends. I joined them and listened to their words. "We have to help him", "yes I know but how are we supposed to do it? Everyone wants to see this execution and everyone is afraid that they too could be sentenced to death". Suddenly it went very quiet and he stepped onto the podium to talk.
When he had finished I said to the two in front of me who hadn't paid attention to me until now, "don't worry, nothing will happen to him". With these words I sprinted through the crowd, jumped up and stabbed the man who was supposed to behead him in flight and opened the chains. Everyone was silent until I heard laughter. I knew exactly who it was. "Such a surprise, apparently, you survived my attack back then.Well, I'm not perfect either. But I will not fail with your friend. "When he said this I was shocked. I turned around and looked into his eyes." This time you will fail too, I will know how to prevent it and I will kill you because I owe you not only a scar ". With these words I tore the mask from my face. There was a frightened whisper through the rows. Behind my friend stuttered my name but at first I ignored him. Because I was furious but I waited until he took the first step. When it finally he was not so far grabbed me but fled, not even his henchmen rushed to me. My friend got up a little shaky on his feet he wanted to me but I turned away from him. "Wait! I want to talk! "You know where to look for me right there in an hour." I disappeared and left him alone, his friends came to him to ask him if they had just seen correctly but he was not approachable I waited an hour where I had waited 1 ½ years ago and he came too. I already had my mask back on my face but I had taken off my jacket and now only had something bare in my stomach. I looked at him and didn't know what to say. He was also uncomfortable with this silence and so he started to talk. "Why did you just move me back then, leave me alone and say nothing"? "I'm sorry, I couldn't defend myself. Please, I loved you all the time and I still do it i ... .. "Before I could finish, he pushed the mask off my face and closed my lips with his. I looked shocked into his eyes but against this unbelievable warmth I couldn't do anything about it and so I gave myself to it. He brushed his tongue against my lips, I opened my lips and let him in. It seemed like an eternity to me and yet I wanted it to never end should when we parted ways."I love you just as much as I did on the first day. I forgive you. But never leave me alone again and tell me what was going on back then".
"I will never leave you again I couldn't do that". I couldn't control myself anymore and so I let my feelings and tears run free. After a while he walked up to me and hugged me.
When I had calmed down, the 4 days without sleep made themselves felt and so I slumped in his arms. He picked me up and carried me home to him. But nobody there knew that nothing was missing and that I was still alive.
But my concerns were in vain because they had already moved to another city. Only he and his buddy lived in this house. He took me to his room and covered me. I woke up briefly and was about to leave. "Where are you going"?
"I'll be right back".
After a few minutes he came back. I was still awake, he lay down next to me, the bedside lamp was still on and he caressed my stomach. He covered me and looked at him or rather the scar that was left. "Where did you get that from? That must have been a life-threatening injury."
I told him what had happened then and he looked at me in shock. He understood why I disappeared without saying anything.
But I didn't want to talk about what had passed and so I kissed him briefly on the lips because I was just too tired to hold myself up. When I was back on the pillow, he pushed himself up, leaned over me and kissed me. It was a wonderful feeling after the long separation.
But it shouldn't stop at a simple kiss. It was an intense French kiss, his hand stroked my face to the neck along my side and further.
It felt wonderful. I stroked his hair and scratched his neck.
After a while he was lying on top of me and what happened after all the loneliness was the most beautiful thing there could be for me.After that we just fell asleep arm in arm. The next morning when I woke up he was no longer in bed. But it didn't take long and he came back through the door and lay down with me in the bed that I was already awake, he didn't only notice when he stroked my side and I winced because he tickled me. "Did I wake you up"? "No you don't". I turned around and looked into his eyes, into those wonderful eyes. I couldn't turn away until he suddenly came closer and kissed me and I returned this too.
But suddenly we heard a noise, we looked at each other. "I'll look," he said to me, but I spoke to him, "No, let me go ahead, we don't know who that could be"! "Yes, okay, let's see together". So we both crept out of the room and listened where the noises were coming from. After a while it became clear that they were definitely coming from the kitchen. I had already brought a pair of throwing knives with me just to be on the safe side in case it was someone with other intentions.
The door to the kitchen was open and when we looked around the corner there was a guy dressed in black with his back to us. Before he noticed us, however, I threw two of the knives and nailed him to the wall. He screamed briefly because he is apparently very scared. “Please leave me alive, I don't know where the owner of this house is.” “The owner of this house is standing right behind you and wondering why you didn't ring the bell or at least knock”? To our relief we found that it was just my boyfriend's buddy. "WHAT? I'm sorry, but I rang the bell but you didn't hear that and since you said I can go into the house even if you're not there". "Sorry, but we thought you were someone else", "Who am I supposed to be? I thought my last hour had struck. Never do that again." After we had taken it off the wall, we sat down in the living room and talked a little about this and what happened in the time when I wasn't there.But also what I had been doing in the meantime. I explained to them that I had trained as an arms fighter and that I had already spent a few lives on my account. But also that I was here to carry out an assignment.
"I'm actually here to kill the new (mayor). I owe him a lot, even if only in a bad way." The buddy asked, "And what do you owe him everything, because when I look at you I see that you are not particularly happy"! "Observed very closely, he almost killed me". I showed him the scar on my stomach and he looked at me, startled. "But not only that, no, he has my teacher on his conscience and as his only student it is my task to avenge him.
And I will too. He disfigured me because this scar, "I stroked the scar that ran down from my eye," I also owe it to him. And if you believe me he will wish he never ran into my path! "I was angry and my friend noticed that too." Come on, calm down, at some point the right time will come for your revenge.
But you must not act too hastily now, otherwise it is not he who pays with his life but you