Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29
Yesterday a squire,
Tomorrow a knight.
And for this darkness between?
The wizard had told him to pray for a vision;
A vision would show him what he would be.
But now first light was breaking, and no vision granted.
So, what did he hope for?
To be the bravest knight that served a lord?
Or the most loyal son, to free his stolen family from their foreign enslavement?
He blinked against a blinding light.
At last his vision had come …
And headless, he collapsed at the feet of warriors from the neighbouring nation.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29
crispina kemp 
Not quite the story he wanted, I should think.
Well done!
Now, if I come up with something in the next half hour, I shall play. As of tomorrow, the Internet will be at the new house!
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I thank you, Dale. And I see you have come up with a story. Excellent
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Not a fun one, I fear…
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Yea, life stinks. Sometimes. Maybe that’s why I life much of the time in my own created fantasy world.
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Hey. We can choose how to take it..
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Yep.
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What a destiny.. so we’ll told I can’t decide if it’s truth or fiction.
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Entirely fiction. Though … it was kinda inspired by a book I read, yonks ago, who in spending his night in a knight’s vigil, managed to escape a viking attack. He then vowed to avenge his family. Again, fiction
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Visions traditionally sort out into the hopeful future that the hero will achieve or the dire warning of what he must avoid. This is neither. Or is it? Is he losing his head, or losing his head over the future? YOU may know the answer, Crispina. But then again, are you sure? Do you have that much control over your characters? You know they sometimes have a mind of their own. And I as a reader am going to give this one the latitude of ambiguity, simply because it pleases me, now that I think on it.
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Um, it wasn’t a vision. The axe-hefting warrior broke in and chopped off his head. Except it’s fiction (obvious), for the knight-to-be it was real.
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Well, that’s what YOU say. He could be having a vision of his execution, which it was to follow in five minutes after the sun rose would be a really useless vision, although 100% accurate.
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Okay, you’ve done it, you’ve made me laugh. I needed that.
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I am a little off, today. Tossing Shakers and Supreme Court justices in my head. Jack’s a dull boy. Except when he has his knife out.
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Oh, that was a rippingly good joke! Big smiles, Brian
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Wasn’t expecting that last line. Ouch!
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Glad it caught you. š
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Soldiering! Not really a good plan for medieval men planning for the future.
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Especially not in the earlier period. Later, they could pay a fee to waive their duties; then what had been a dangerous occupation became a rung on the high-status ladder.
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Well, paying a fee to waive duties still left the duties to some poorer sot… And it was so easy to get killed, maimed or irreparably sick.
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I do fully agree. And yet I argue (it’s in my nature) that just being alive in those days presented too many opportunities for death to grab you. In very many not nice ways.
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I sometimes wonder how the human race survived without antibiotics.
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Yea. The bubonic plague. typhus, dysentry, malaria, rivers running with shit … No wonder cloves cost so much; a natural antibotic
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Ooh, this was amazing, Crispina! I loved it.
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I thank you. I enjoyed writing it
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Not what he was expecting, but then I wasn’t expecting that ending either! I think you took everyone by surprise with this one. Very well told š
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I like to do that. Once in a while. Do it too often, you lose the surprise. And I’m still trying to remember what book inspired me, but I think it could have been one by Bernard Cornwell
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