Fallen

“Continue walking” says the man with a pointy helmet, pressing his cold steel-clad hand against my back and forcing me carry on despite the many cuts and bruises covering my scrawny frame. Once I was strong and muscular, once I would not have stood for this humiliation. A mess is what I have become and yet there is more suffering to come. My self loathing is interrupted by the booming voice of the guard “We are here”. The guard pushes me through the cell door, causing me to fall onto the cold stone floor and as I do he spits on me “and you are supposed to be the great swordsman of the east, you are nothing but a filthy skeleton” he smirks and locks the door before leaving me to drown in sad memories of the past. One mistake was all it took for the world to turn upside down, or perhaps it started even before that, I have no way of knowing.

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