Son of Yan
The smell of pork reeked from his hands as he picked up that spear.
As the men in green rushed forward to face the rebels, to face those who would destroy the order that Han had so valiantly protected, he ran with them.
His spear slipped through the ranks of foes, skewering several of them at once. Like a snake, it picked off its prey and took down its targets.
He roared as he swung his weapon, and friend and foe alike were startled by him.
Who could possibly hope to face him in battle?
A few years passed, and the city of Xuzhou stood strong.
He laughed as he sipped his jug of wine, and noticed Cao Bao standing there sternly.
"Why so serious?" He smiled at the man as he handed him a jug.
Strangely enough, he wouldn't drink.
Then this warrior got angry, and forced him to drink. After all, who would be stupid enough to refuse the blessings of wine?
Cao Bao looked terrified as he ran off, and the warrior sighed. What an idiot.
Then night came, and suddenly the city went aflame.
Enemies came from nowhere, and soon the warrior had to raise his spear.
But he was drunk, and he didn't know what he was doing as he flailed his weapon around...
And, just like that, Xuzhou fell...
He grew wiser as the seasons came and went.
Zhang He came with countless legions, ready to destroy the Han like his lord before him.
And the warrior would not let a 'kinsman' do such a thing!
When Zhang He, boastful coward that he was, refused to accept his challenge, the warrior simply sipped his wine.
And, like all cowards, Zhang He noticed that weakness, and then he became brave. (1.)
He flew forward to strike the drunk warrior, thinking that it was his lucky day.
But the figure he struck was merely a man of straw...
And the warrior attacked him from behind, and Zhang He was terrified...
He fled for dear life, and thus the men in green won the day!
His brother had been killed by those Wu bastards! (2.)
And yet his soldiers were such cowards. They had no want to avenge their commander...
He was furious indeed! He wanted to strangle someone! He wanted to avenge all those who died...
He went to sleep with bated breath and a troubled heart...
And, in the night, two worthless cowards... Two disgusting, treacherous serpents attacked...
Two of his own soldiers stabbed him in the night...
He died that night, died without avenging his brother... Died without fulfilling his destiny.
Years later, people would sing songs for this butcher.
They called him one of his country's greatest heroes...
Yet, in his eyes, he was hardly a hero...
For when his country needed him most, he had already been slain...
Zhang Fei
1. Contrary to what you might think, I actually like Commander Zhang He, quite a bit, in fact... But keep in mind that this is written from the point of view of an enemy of his. :P
2. Those of you who know me through my works should be shocked by that sentence. XD
