A New Hope

The dust has settled. The tussle between forces have ceased. Many virtues was lost and virtual abstract damaged. Two warriors left standing. Battered and bruised. The princess then hold one of the warrior's hand and said "I've decided. To be with you, for eternity." The warrior look deep into the princess eyes to search the truthfulness of her words. Silence.. Then came his hand and grasp hers but he said nothing. Slowly lifting up the princess to her feet, still he said nothing. His grasp was tight but it was not driven by anger. It was forgiveness, believe and love that comes from the heart that made up the warrior's hand to be secured to the princess', protecting her. The other warrior can only look on and then slowly began to back off, smoke from the burning ashes of the ground engulf him in his retreat, disappearing forever. The warrior along with princess walked towards his stallion, waiting for in a distance. On the way, picking up his blade, wiped the bloodstains with a silk cloth. He stopped and looked at his sword as if it is listening. He said:

"The best man does not always wins. The man that wins, is the man who never say it is over, until it is over."

Then he said some prayers and thank Allah for his guidance, strength and blessings and sheath in his blade. When they both were on his horse, he asked the princess "Ready?" She nodded with a smile and they rode West where the setting sun is settling down. The end is the start of a new beginning. Praise to Almighty Allah.