The Prince and The Peasant Girl
The prince thrust his sword towards the peasant girl. The shining blades was just about one thin hair to her neck. He said, "Let me go, for I shall slay the dragons, knock down the enemy’s army, and rebuild my kingdom. She looked straight to his eyes for there was still warm glow inside. She moved forward. Blood dropped. She knew she couldn’t hold him back anymore. Her war was not his war. Everyone has his/her responsibility to fight for their home land. "Go," she said. The prince turned around and gone in the middle of midst. She took her bow and returned to the battle.
Her hand was still shaking and her thought was wondering. And there was no way to return back. She was in the corner and she could not run away. She could dodge couples arrow but then one arrow got her right in her heart… She needed to decide to fight for life or just sit there dying… Life is always about choosing an option..
