II—Hiko

Disclaimer: Don't own RK. Forgot this last time, I think...


The boy is strong

Weak, yet strong

The sword held in his hands is surprisingly steady.

The bandits are approaching

But the child holds his ground.

I recognize potential in that small child

And know I must save him, even if it takes me from my tasks.

I draw my sword and attack.

The boy falls to the ground as the men fall.

I leave him there, kneeling on the blood-stained dirt.

Moonlight filters down on the scene,

Sparkling on his hair which is red.

Red like the blood he kneels in.

I turn my back,

Leaving him behind.

I return at dawn and stop in my tracks.

The child has buried the dead.

He is strong

Weak and yet strong.

I will take him as an apprentince.

He will be a good apprentice,

Even if he is weak outside,

He is strong inside.

I like what I see in him.

He will be a strong fighter

And brave.

So I shall train him.

The weak, strong child.


R&R