The Swordsman – Conclusion

As he left the tower, he sheathed his sword and remembered one final step in making sure the young girl was free. It had stopped raining but was windy now. As he lifted up his right arm he called for a strong northern wind, which came quickly. A whirlwind began at the top of the tower, and he directed it to lift the dust of the red demon into the sky. It would be spread in a million different directions, never to come together again. He had always been thorough this way.

Then the scene changed, and he was in the young girl’s hospital room. He hovered unseen at the top of the ceiling. Actually there was a slight shadow. The one thing he didn’t like about these assignments was he had to wear all black. It was meant as a camouflage really, and it worked.

In his mind’s eye he could see a window open, which gave him a brief view of the future. He saw the young girl coming out of her coma, in fact the next morning….. and she would live for a very long time. The horrible red demon had made her spirit afraid to live…….and now freedom had come, and living for her would be a joy again. He saw moving pictures of her playing with her brothers and sisters, at a playground, laughing and smiling.

It was a tough job, fighting for the humans, but he had never been more proud of his profession. He faded through the ceiling and the building, lifting himself up finally into the sky. He smiled, and was thankful.

        

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