A/N: So I'm not sure if this idea is genius or idiotic. Or maybe it's a little of both. It may have even been done before. So here's the idea. This story will be told completely in snapshots…. And any story piece that is missing, you fill in yourself. It should be pretty thorough though. I've already got the whole idea, and I may post the rest as one chapter or maybe just two or three as one chapter… You get the idea. So please be brutally honest and tell me what you think. If the idea's stupid, please tell me and save me some humiliation. Should I continue? Delete it? Should I cut the clever idea junk and just write it like a normal story? REVIEW!
The beast is at his feet, large, black, and misshapen. He can't even look at it for too long without growing sick, and that's why he's staring instead at his sword, slicing through the air in an arc, blurred because of its speed—you'd never guess it wasn't a practiced move. His face is pale but determined, and it's obvious that this is his last resort; he doesn't like it. But he's not the sort to back down; you can see that in his narrowed eyes, his feet planted like roots in the ground. His black hair sticks to his face, wet, and his neckerchief is damp. He's tired, so tired. But after this stroke is finished, he'll be done… for now. He just has to finish this swipe. The trees in the green forest stand still, untouched by the wind, waiting with bated breath for him to finish off the creature that has plagued and bested so many knights. The sword which will finish the beast shines with a heatless fire. It matches the golden-sliver color of his eyes, which pulse with his inward magic.
He has no fear, just a sad sort of resignation. But this fearlessness exists only because he thinks he's all alone.