Every clash of the sword, every whip in the air, every step in the dust was another move forward to victory or death. Either one would be honorable, for it was accomplished in battle.

Adrenaline pumped through the knight’s veins and sent tingles down his spine. The dust lifted in the air, creating spiral patterns with every move. Fear rose within him at every close call of the other warrior’s blade, barely placing him at the point of no return.

Thoughts raced through his mind with every turn.
‘What if I don’t make it?’
‘What if this is the end?’
‘What lies beyond this? Glory? Hell?…nothing?’ This thought irked him to his soul.
‘Please, Oh Lord my God, let there be something left when I go, something other than darkness, let there be light!!’
One mistep was all it took. The knight stumbled forward, impaling himself on the other’s sword.
“My Father…”he gasped, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. “who art in heaven…” He felt the end drawing near.
“Oh my God, let there be a light!!”