Uhm…povídka pro jednu soutěž co jsem našla. Má se napsat povídka v aj, ale nemáš bejt rodilej mluvčí a je to na téma Crossing borders… Tohle je jeden z nápadů…

My name was Baldwin Weston.

I was a hero. He was a villian. Everybody looked up to me, when I led my army to the war against him. I hated him. I really did. He destroyed everything what was good in my life. He killed my parents. My brother. My wife and son. I couldn’t let him kill my kingdom too.

 

“Warriors!” I yelled, facing my army. “Today, we’ll win. Today we’ll kill Ethelbert The Betrayal, an enemy, who wants to steal our freedom. Who wants you to be dead, who loves to hear the sound of your wives and children cries. He’s a monster and he deserves to be dead. Today, his destiny will fulfil and he’ll meet the Satan.”

 

Each one of my warriors roared and thousands of swords were in the air. I was proud and confidence with angry was floating trough my veins. This was it. Today, I’ll get my revenge.

 

I kicked my horse and together we ran towards him. His dark army was staying right in front of mine. As they saw us moving, they moved, too. But they weren’t the ones I was looking at. No, my eyes could saw only him. Ethelbert Weston. The monster, who once was my friend.

 

“Baldwin!” A ten year old boy was running towards me.

“Ethelbert!” I shouted back and smiled at him. He was one of my best friends. Well, he was my only friend. My parents didn’t let me be friends with children of the servants. So, the only one who I could talk to, was my cousin.

“Bal, father said, that uncle said, that we should go fencing.” He grinned.

“Okay, let’s go! I bet I will win today!” I jumped with excitement. I loved fencing.

“No way!” Bert laughed. We hurried towards the training ground.

 

But before we reached it, a quard came to us and said we have to go to the palace. He was clearly worried. When we came there, my father was already waiting for us. He placed a hand on my shoulder and another one on Berts.

“Where is my father?” Bert asked.

“He’s-“ father started, but was cut of by another man’s voice.

“I’m here.” My uncle said, with face showing sadness that big, that I suddenly started crying. I knew I shouldn’t, I was a man, but I did. Something was surely wrong. Uncle was holding some kind of paper.

“Ethelbert.” Uncle turned to my cousin and only friend.

“Yes, father?” he asked, his shoulders tensed up.

“We’re going back home.”

“B-but why? You said I’ll stay here until I’ll be adult!” Bert was nearly shouting.

“Your brother is dying. He tried to keep our castle safe, but these barbarians were harder to beat. One of these dogs left a mortal wound on him. That’s why you’ll be coming home with me. You are my only son now.”

“But I don’t want to!” Bert said hugging me. I hugged him back, I didn’t want him to go away from me.

“You don’t want to be my son?” Uncle asked.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Ah, don’t act like a little child. I said we’re going.” Uncle roared and grabbed Berts hand. I hold him with all my strength and Bert himself was also trying to get his arm away from uncle’s iron grip. But we weren’t that strong and suddenly Bert was out of my arms.

“Dad, say something, please.” I screamed, tears in my eyes and looked at my father.

“Bert’s his son. He can do what he want with him.” my father answered, but from the way he didn’t look in my eyes, I knew he didn’t want Bert to leave with uncle.

“Bert!” I shouted again and tried running towards him, but my father grabbed in his arms.

“Bal! Baldwin!” Bert screamed back.

“Bert! Ethelbert! Bert.” I started crying and buried my face into fathers chest.

 

For a long, long time a though I’ll never see him again. But uncle died and than, once I needed to go to another country and Bert suddenly showed up. I was happy and I believed him, when he said he’ll look after my family. But he didn’t. When I came back, I found empty castle and dead bodies of my wife, son and parents. And Ethelbert was nowhere to found.

 

 

The two armies crashed and the air was full of screaming and roaring. The only thing I could smell was blood and sweat. I was fighting my way to him, full of revenge. But then I heard horns. And they weren’t from my army, neither from Ethelbert’s. For once, both the armies stopped and looked the direction of the horns. I did it, too and I forget how to breathe. There was standing another army, twice bigger than mine and Ethelbert’s together. And they were the worst and oldest enemies of the kingdom.

 

In one second, everything changed. Just one look into Ethelbert’s eyes and I knew. We were both willing to fight on each others side. But just for now. Our warriors knew it too. There was another opponent we had to face.

 

“Warriors.” I yelled and they all turned to me.

“Let’s fight!” I and Ethelbert roared together.

We were fighting and fighting and it looked endless but then, suddenly, we started to win. I shouted once more, feeling adrenalin giving me back my energy.

 

And then I saw it. Ethelbert was suddenly on my left, but that wasn’t the thing that bothered me. It was the sword coming to his direction, ready to kill him and I knew he didn’t see it. In a heartbeat I jumped.

 

I forgave him. In a half second, all the anger I had, the pain clutching my heart, the unbelievable sadness, everything vanished. Because he was to only one who lasted. He was my only family. But that wasn’t the thing. For the first time after his uncle said him he has to leave, I saw fear in his eyes. And it wasn’t fear of losing his life. No, this time it was fear of losing me. And when I felt a cold metal piercing me I had no regrets.

 

“Baldwin.” I heard Ethelbert scream as he quickly killed the person, whose sword was inside me.

“Bal. Bal. Why?” He asked as he grabbed me into his arms. He knew I was dying.

“I can ask you the same question.” I gasped.

“I…my father’s anger was filling me until now, you know? It was…I don’t know what I was thinking! I just, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Ethelbert started crying.

“B…Bert, I…I’m not saying I’m okay with what you’ve done…but…I…I…forgive…you.” I breathed heavily. Dark dots were slowly filling my vision and even thought I wanted to finaly see my loved ones, I needed to say something.

“B…bert.”

“Yes, Bal?” He asked me, eyes full of tears. I reached for his hand. He helped me to find it and when I did, I pressed in his hand a ring. It was the Kings ring. I got it from my father, when it was my time to rule the country. And now, it was Ethelberts.

“Prom…promise me, you’ll take care of the kingdom.” I whispered.

“I do. I promise.” he said and I knew he meant it.

 

My name was Baldwin Weston. I was a hero and I died for a villain.