[Firenze]: 56.Contest Entry: Five Words Contest

The Dark Lord thrashed violently beneath the noble warriors sword as the dawn broke across the blood filled field of the battle past. The Dark Lord looked to the warrior and loosely smiled at him, “I shall be reborn yet as I have for the past one thousand years” he said as he faded away in the morning light until there was no trace of him bar the blood on the warriors sword. The warrior sighed with relief that the Dark Lord was finally gone and the world could live at peace again. But as he sighed a sudden rush of fatigue caught up with him and he collapsed to the ground with a thunderous thud. As he lay on the floor resting his weary soul from the blood filled battle, he lifted his trust blade to his mouth to kiss it as he did after every great battle he fought; it was his way of thanking the gods of the land for watching over him. But as he did a single speck of the Dark Lord’s blood dropped into his mouth, he immediately sat up as he began choking and before long he was back on the floor squirming around like a mad man as the blood slid down his throat like poison until it struck his heart, his eyes widened in horror as the familiar voice of the Dark Lord himself echoed in his head, “I have returned” it hissed in his mind, as the warrior came to his knees and rested his head on the ground, “I will fight you with all my strength” he called allowed, but the Dark Lord was too strong for him and with a single thought the warrior collapsed fully to the ground, knocking him unconscious, as the Dark Lord slithered through his body taking full control.