Her sword, his battle: 2

she rode into combat, with nothing more than her blade and sheer will, her cause was simple.  what makes the fight so sad yet beatiful is that through her slow deterioration, as she looked back and called unto him for help, she stepped back to carry his load. now overburded and unable to fight, he began to cause her to sink and the very foundation on which she stood on vanished and she fell.  the loss left her ravaged, unable to fight anymore she had been reduced to his level of dispear and having been completely drained  of her will to live, she became a casualty of his war.

the dirt was being shoveled nto her coffin, and as the dirt filled this hole and promised her everlasting peace, the sound echoed in his heart and soul.  he knew he was the reason ceased to exist. the reason she gave up on herself and he could never, for as long as he lived, forgive himself. the brutal realization brough him to tears, he wept silently, trembling, the sounds of his sorrow belowed throughout this place.

the priest read aloud calmy, "the good book asks why the human race was created as a single human being, as opposed to creating many people at once (like the animals which were created en mass? This teaches us that just as Adam was created in the beginning, and he was the entire human population of the world, likewise we need to look at each individual as if he/she were the entire population of the world. Therefore, when you save one life it is as if you saved the entire world."

his voice suddenly became deep and powerful."FOR THIS REASON WAS MAN CREATED ALONE, TO TEACH THEE THAT WHOSOEVER DESTROYS A SINGLE SOUL... SCRIPTURE IMPUTES [GUILT] TO HIM AS THOUGH HE HAD DESTROYED A COMPLETE WORLD; AND WHOSOEVER PRESERVES A SINGLE SOUL..., SCRIPTURE ASCRIBES [MERIT] TO HIM AS THOUGH HE HAD PRESERVED A COMPLETE WORLD." .....TO BE CONTINUED