Choose your own path

It was a hard choice, and had to be made quick. The ally was freed, and comrades old and new were on the ship, ready to sail. The soldiers and mercenaries under the command of the corrupt official were almost dealt with.

Blood split everywhere.

For a higher cause.

There was no reason to wait, as the objective was met. Or was it? The warrior stood on the ship, seeing what unfolded quickly before him. The corrupt official managed to endure the surprised, well planned attack. Before him across the bridge he emerged from the tower with some captive woman he held. Cursed and abused he did. Set the watch tower on fire with the woman held hostage he did. And fled the scene, not before threatening to return and seek vengeance and continue his misfortune.

If a decision had to be made, it had to be quick. Should he chase down and finish him once and for all, for he might be true to his word, and return to plague the town, village and forest as he did up till this point? Or save the lives of the innocent woman, held as whores for his need, and left as hostage to be burned felicitating his escape? Could he hope to do it, hoping his comrades on land finish him off? Were the woman innocent and deserving to be saved? Or chase down the scoundrel and deal with him once and for all, helping thousands, but going against what he always stood for, saving a life? He had to choose – after jumping off the ship, go after the scoundrel, as he was was already far off by then, or proceed to save the woman. Not a moment more he could spare if he has to accomplish either one of them.

What was the question? Was it the greater good? Or lesser evil?

Or why indulge in it at all? For his work was done, he can just simply sail away, for he had a greater mission at hand, which could not wait further, leaving the fate of the woman, the scoundrel, and rest of the people to their own fate.

But the choice was clear. Within the blink of an eye…

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9 thoughts on “Choose your own path

  1. …he whipped out his longbow and, aiming carefully, let loose an arrow which whistled through the air. The Warrior watched as the arrow thudded into the back of the Official’s skull, watched the body stiffen, watched as it fell from the horse to be received by the unforgiving rock below. The Warrior lowered his weapon, smiled, and turned to go back to his ship.

    • nice response! I should have made it clearer he just can’t shot him with an arrow, as he is escaping from the tower after setting it on fire, and will be forced to jump from the ship and go after him if he has to, leaving the woman to die.
      But still well thought :)

  2. … he called out to his shipmates, and set them in motion. The winds were with them, and the tides as well, it was time to be out on wide open water again, where decisions are fewer and easier to make. His higher purpose, his greater mission, called to him and as the sails filled with the drafting wind, he answered.

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  8. He took a deep breath and dove into the ocean, swimming furiously towards the little boat that would take him to the island where a greater mission awaited hm…

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