Baring My Soul

Falling

People call me the Fearless Tiger, the Immortal King, they think I cannot be defeated. It is because I have never been defeated. My kingdom, Varysla, is situated high above in the cold mountains. We

people hunt, work, make love and die. And leave our legacy for our future generations who may or may not value and protect it. One day, while I was attending to one of the council meetings in the Great Mirror Hall(it is called the Great Mirror Hall because it reflects the whole kingdom"s beauty) I heard the bell ring loudly. At once I got alert and we all knew that our enemies were on their way. We had a war coming and it would be the greatest war ever in the history. Everyone got busy at preparing for the war. Swords were sharpened and prepared to pierce the bodies of thousands, hidings were opened for the local people and I prepared our strategy for the war with my ministers. Finally, the war started and we were already loosing. This meant my involvement in the battle field was required. I wore my shield, took my sword out and set off towards the battle field on my horse. As i was fighting fiercely as ever, reflecting my rage through my sword, I suddenly heard a bang over my head and I felt a pang of pain in my head. And then it all went dark. As I woke up everything blurred in front of me. I was in a red tent and all around me there were flickering oil lamps. As I was staring at the little bottles around me, which appeared to be some ointments, a beautiful young lady entered the tent. She stood beside me and touched my forehead and spoke something.

She said,"So, you are up huh, how are you feeling now?"

I just stared at her smiling slightly. I couldn"t remember a thing of what happened. She told me that we had won the war and that I had got a head injury during the battle. She was to take care of me from now on.It was like a dream come true for any man. As she cleansed my wounds I asked her name.

"Aerza", she said.

"And yours,what"s your name?", she asked me. This was an absurd question. Everyone knows the name of their King. But she got me.

"Nicholas Edward II", I replied.

"Okay, Nichole straighten your leg a bit.", she said to me.

And continued talking to me while she treated my wounds and sores. All I could concentrate on was the way she said my name. So I already had a nickname, I was on cloud nine.

She used to come regularly and look after me. All I did was look at her all the time and adore her beauty secretly. She was the prettiest woman I had ever seen in my life. She was the poetry I wanted to write, she was the art I wanted to adore, she was everything I ever wanted. She breathed life into my dead soul. She was my heart"s only desire for she undressed my soul and draped it with her love.

She couldn"t be described. One fine day, I wrote something for her in my diary:

"Her thick long hair like that of the mesmerizing night, her face is of the moon beautiful but with a

silk sheet of spots, her eyes of the eagle and deer, sharp and beautiful and her heart is like that of an unbreakable glass.”

While I was busy writing she kept hovering around scolding me that I don"t take my medicines on

time.

"Nichole, I am talking to you. Are you even listening".

"Yes, I am".

"No, you are not and what"s with that diary. Show it to me".

I quickly closed the leather draped diary and kept it under my pillow. She came over and sat beside me, asking me to show her what I write in it.

"It"s nothing, really. I just get bored whole day lying on this bed. So just trying to write my heart out".

She looked at me and smiled. Then she reached my hair and stroked them with her hand, saying,

"It"s going to be okay Nichole. You are going to be fine. You are very brave".

I looked her in her eyes and said,"I know, I love you, Aerza".