Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey.

He wonders will He ever fight again? Still dazed. Still knowing the mundane has not set in again. He can't trust his feelings now. But, the question is will He ever war again? This last battle fought, He fought unsanctioned. The elders never knew. No battle lines where drawn, no parameters, perimeters where found. He just fought. Found himself drowning in the wilderness, the faces sought His death. Is this how warriors are born, of whom the legends are told? Was this last fight fought, without a win without loss, reality, a warning, or a sounding in the depths? Did it announce the loss of another or the rise of a vicious hero. When they struck out against him was it desperation in there eyes in there blows or confidence picking each brick away to make the layers fall. Was it his fate or theirs that was sealed in those days. Is this how the lives of those who choose this path are to go. Like a strong strong wind that carries him away. Where have the elders gone. There may never again be another enemy with who the battle lines are drawn. Who are these people what was that place and where has He landed now? All cares with the reminder lost there weight. He was dazed again but he'll find his place.