I had a dream. In that dream, there were warriors from many cultures places and times. All in their prime and in full resplebdent battle dress. I was also in uniform though i cannot remember what i was in. I only know that i was wearing it. I remember walking through the isles of tables in what appeared to be a truly gargantuan mess hall. I do not think i knew where i was going. As i passed some looked at me with a pitying sadness in their eyes. But most smiled and buffeted my back or saluted with pride. A few offered me a drink. I refused because i am underaged. I kept walking past the warriors. I noticed that they were looking older but still powerful. Wisened and sagelike most looked to my inexperienced eye. Others looked weary but their eyes full of pride when i passed. I hear shouts of encouragement from the younger warriors that i had passed pressing me forward with their words. I notice none of the warriors carry any form of weapon on them save the eating utencils they use fir their feasts. I find this odd. I keep walking. The warriors are quiet now. I can feel their eyes on me. Burning into me like they can see my soul. I flinch inwardly. The aisles thin as i continue. I stop... an old American soldier walks to me. He stands in front of me barring my way. He speaks with a loud voice that crushes my soul and holds me up at once. What would you have me d if you were to stop now? Said the old soldier. I reply but in no words that i can understand. They reverberated throughout the mess hall loud and clear so all could no my response. The old soldier smiles. A smile that brought youth back to his aging features. Then he laughs. Still laughing he snaps a salute and then grabs my shoulder shoving me forward. Make us proud! He boomed as i started running toward a goal i did not know. I felt like i had a huge weight on my shoulders. Like i was carrying the weight of infinite possibilities on my back. But i did not mind. I felt those stares still. This time giving me strength. Their strength. I continued running faster and faster until i was sprinting inhumanly fast all the while cheered on by everyone else. Then i was stopped again. I could not understand why. I just was not moving any further. I looked up. I saw a samurai shogun. He was sitting on his stool with two armed guards at either side. He looked menacing. Proud and immovable like a stone wall clad in steel and lacquered leather. He motioned for me to come to him. I moved. I could not get up. I was scared. The old soldier whispered in my ear. Get up son you did not come all this way just to quit I got up. I moved to the front and center of the proud Shogun. With eyes like a judean lion he stared into my soul. He raised both hands to his head and removed his helmet. He handed it t a waiting guard. Never did he take his eyes off of me. He spoke. Why are you afraid? I could not answer. Why have you stopped here? I did not answer. I see in your eyes you are ashamed of yourself. What you have done and what you are afraid you will do. Is this not true? I answered. It is as you say He stared for what seemed like a lifetime. Then he spoke once more. I am the steward of this gate. Any who cannot cast off their shame will not pass through. Normally i would send you back just like everyone else but you cannot pass as you are and you cannot go back. I can give youbtwo options. Here he pulls out his tanto and offers it to me. You can give up your humanity and truly nit belong, or you can cut off your shame and weight and move forward young samurai. End you life and forever live with your debt or cut it off and be forgiven. I accept the tanto. I look over my shoulder and see that on my back is a dead me. Rotting and festering. I am scared. I look at the Shogun and he nods as if telling me to choose. Without a second thought. Cut my dead self loose. I have never felt so much pain. I cry on the floor with a pain worse than death. The Shogun is standing over me with his hand outstretched. He is smilling. I grasp his giant hand and his smile deepens. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spoke with a thndering voice. You may pass proud samurai! I felt no more pain as i walked through the gate. I had no more pain and a new name. And that name is...
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 05:25:19 +0000
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