My fist cracks the stone table and my eyes makes everyone silent, I stand up with heavy breath and a wrinkled forehead.
I rapidly walk out with heavy steps and i feel the silence behind me as i walk away.

I reach a great rock on th top of a long hill, the moon is big and full. I stare into the ground thinking of what was just said..
I feel the wind in my face and the world seams to want to calm me down..
It whispers peace warrior, Feel peace and stay your sword..

My sword, I just realized my hand had grasped its handle and slowly begun to pull it out of its slide.. The wind grew slightly stronger..

Enough....

I pull my sword swiftly and start to make my way back to the stone table with certain steps. I hear the silence begin as i approach the doors.. I enter the room and roar my name so it echoes in the great hall..
The kings head rolls over the floor with a face of fear..

I will challenge everything in this world without fear or regret as a warrior should So that fate will permit me to die in battle for a better world..

Enough is enough..

"We will all die, our only choice is how to greet the reaper"