Akira The Great

Love is meant to exist within a relationship.

Not without.

And in every love story, sacrifice is a must.

The greater good always comes first in every love story.

Not understanding or logic.

Not even feelings or emotions.

But cause and effect.

And so it was on that beautiful day.

They heard the announcement from the elders.

A lone ranger had rode in on horseback.

This was no common or ordinary stranger.

He was clothed in iron like they had never seen before.

His horse was well armored like a war chariot.

And this was only a messenger.

His message was brief but lethal.

They were called ''The enemy from Mommon.''

They had come to take what was rightfully theirs by the laws of nature.

The strong must always rule over the weak.

But they were not barbarians, they followed an order, so...

Submit or perish.

Both young and old, men and women, human and beasts...

Submit all or perish as one.

You have three days!

The rider left...

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They were a free people.

Always have, and always will.

They had no ruler, didn't think they needed one.

They were led by their judges.

And only served the one true great spirit.

Creator of all life force.

He was their King and protector.

But he was a spirit.

And fear clouds or dims relationship.

So they were afraid.

And they were confused.

In their desperation, Aril creeped in.

He was the father of lies.

And so, he blinded them in their state of confusion.

So they called their strongest warrior.

The son of a prostitute.

Akira.

And told him...you have fought for us once and won.

Now you must fight again and be victorious.

If you ever want your name to be remembered.

Not as the son of a whore.

But the son of our loins.

Then you must fight for us, your people and win.

The fate of our existence and your reputation, is in your hands.

For we will perish all than submit one.

You have three days to prepare.

Or we all die.

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That night he couldn't sleep.

Aril had poisoned his heart with fear.

For him, it wasn't just a fight for their survival.

But for his acceptance and image.

All his life, he had been called the son of a whore. A Savage.

It was time to wipe the slates clean and prove his mettle.

Even if it meant one last battle.

The countless battles he had fought hadn't mattered.

Those were small victories, bread and buttered.

This was the big price, the one that will save his name.

He turned to his wife, and she had fear in her eyes.

Then he turned to his first daughter.

The apple of his eyes, first of her mother.

His first seed!

And he saw hope, courage and faith, from his pure breed.

He saw a reason to succeed.

She said... Papa, you can do all things.

I believe in you!

He saw the true meaning of love, and so he ran into the woods.

On his knees, he cried

But, it was Aril who followed him into the woods and whispered in his ears.

''Even their messenger is more armoured than you...''

''Even their beasts are better clothed for battle...''

''Their least is greater than your best...''

''What chance do you have, Akira the great, for in the presence of this mighty force, you are but Akira the small...''

So he looked up in fear and made a vow to the creator!

Give me this victory and I'll give you my first vision!

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On the third day, Akira gathered the young and fearless.

And matched into battle with the enemy from Mommom.

And from dusk till dawn they fought with everything they had.

They were outnumbered and outgunned.

But they were not outsmarted.

On the third day, they were outstanding.

Scoring a victory never before seen, nay witnessed, against a stronger and mightier foe.

It was an impossible victory!

For the stakes were never in their favor, not once!

It had to be supernatural, it could only be divine!

This was the work of the great spirit.

It was like taking a knife to a gun fight, only this time, instead of a sword, you took a pocket knife and still won.

They killed and slaughtered with their local weapons, the highly advanced and upgraded military might of the enemy from Mommon.

Scoring a victory that will travel wild and fast, shocking all the nations and villages far and wide.

And on the third day of the great battle, they returned victorious.

Shouting and screaming.

Praising and worshipping.

But it was Akira who celebrated the most!

But as he stepped into his home.

His joy was short lived.

For it was Akira who cried the most!

It was his own daughter, the one who gave him hope.

The apple of his eyes...it was she who took the light away from his eyes.

For before Akira the great, stood his first vision!

His vow to the great spirit!

Running into his arms, celebrating and welcoming her father with child-like excitement.

Her hero soon to be her executioner.

Her father... Soon to be her murderer.

She wiped and kissed the tears running down his eyes like a tsunami.

But it wasn't tears of pleasure nor joy like she thought, these were tears of pain, sorrow and torture.

And on the third day from that very day.

The whole city walked with Akira the great in the morning.

And mourned with him till night.

As he led his daughter to her death.

Paying the cost of their victory.

The cost of their survival.

The cost of his war.

For on the day she gave her life for his and theirs.

It was Aril who danced the most.

For it was he who sowed the seed of fear.

And reaped a life.

It was Aril who won.

And Akira the great who lost!

The great spirit simply accepted that which was offered willingly.

He had no part in the story but he must take his glory.

The end

Inspired by Jephthah in the book of judges!



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