Achieving For The Greater Good

The Wanderer II

Her adventurous personality taught her to fly

Away from home every night

A knight, a king, she could be anything

Even if the genders meant nothing in her dreams

But one night she wandered through the sky

Clouds underneath her feet

They held her and with delicate  a breeze they showed her the way

Where the sentinel stood guarding the fallen

His helmet hid his face

A conversation between the two

The sentinel stood in place

“From what are you protecting me from?” Ask the girl ready for debate

“Why ma’am, The Fallen, such as I. Please, get away from this place.”

  He spoke soft but his voice deep and meant to be soothing at times

She wanted to stay so she asked again, “Kind sentinel, why protect me from thou?”

  “Thou are not Fallen young one for you see, protecting you from devastation is one who pleads.

  I have not seen daylight even though I stand high

Above the clouds marks my time

Here where the night is always day

I am the closest one who can say

That I’ve become one with the air to escape

These Fallen realms in which take

The lives of those who feast upon eyes.

Young one, heed my warning, you must go.”

  “But what about you?” Wondered the girl.

  Her dreams had never taken such a twirl

“What will become of thee when thy eyes open up?”

“I stand as the sentinel that has always stood his ground.”

“What become of thee?” She repeats.

  “I am what I have become,” retorts the sentinel, voice no longer soothing. “Please leave.”

To respect, the girl left the nest and continued on with her dream.

She traveled and wandered through the night

Until the sun’s rays peaked

Over the hill onto her eyes through the window it breached.

A yawn, then a smile, she stretched her arms.

For the wander returned to be

On the look out for the Fallen

She thought and tried to explain

To all her friends about the fallen

But they all shook their heads in disdain.

“It’s true! It’s true!” She exclaimed

 Her voice becoming stern.

  The myth of the fallen.

She had found it on accident

Looking up at the sky she wondered

How she could visit the place once again even though she knew nothing about her route

“The Fallen.” She spoke up in class hoping that someone would hear her out.

  “I thought I fell but really I flew.” She said eyes almost in tears.

 “The sentinel stood and guarded the door. Stories say it’s true.”

  “Some declare him a monster. Some declare it a she. Some declare it a demon who devours.

But who I saw and what I saw was a knight in dazzling black armor.

He stood at the solid gates and no face could be seen

But his voice was one who was of charm.

I promise! I met him! The Fallen Guard! It is he!

He told me, even, to turn away

For he guarded the Fallen, for he was one, The Fallen and myself I should say.”

A story quite remarkable. Declared her teacher shaking her head. If anything disbelieved it was her.

Now take your seat. Story time is over.

And in a blink of an eye her fist slammed down.

“Madam?” quested the girl in fear.

 “I told you to say away from here.” Exclaimed the soothing voice from her dream.

 “Now look what you’ve done, you’ve allowed us to breach.

I am not here to hurt you. I was here to warn. And now we are no longer acquaintances.

You must run young one. Far from here. Let the nonbelievers lives disappear.”

“Dear Sentinel!” Exclaimed the girl in glee. “See everyone? Now do you believe?”

In a moment the teacher dissolved to dust and standing in her place was the sentinel.

Black armor and all. Face hidden as thus

Last meeting that took place in the sky.

“I protect those who believe. Please, young one.”

“Trust.”