A frail shell of a man stood in the center of the courtyard. He had a blade in his hand that just by looking at it, you felt as if it had stabbed in you. Not much stood out about the man except for his finely cut hair and cloudy gray eyes. He had a medium build and an eerie light about him. If I didn’t know better I’d say he glowed like a soul just bursting to be free. A man in Japan had forged the weapon a long time ago. Dustin didn’t really know the man’s name or if the story was true, but he liked to believe it. As he stood there in the courtyard just staring up towards the sky my soul sort of shifted when he let out a roar that made the fearless fear. “I challenge you God.” He screamed into the great abyss. He’d grown a crowd by now and lost half of it due to them thinking he was a loony. But there was just something about him; he was too dedicated to be insane. The sky darkened and it began to rain, everyone took shelter from the horrible downpour that was deafening the world around us. But Dustin just stood there in the center staring at the heavens waiting for an answer. As if the horrendous waves of beating rain wasn’t enough of an answering machine. He closed his eyes and I can only imagine what he said to God then. Thunder struck nearly 5 feet away from him and he unsheathed his sword. It glistened as the rain slowly dripped down it. I was scared, but for some reason rooting for this odd man. He began to move as fast as he could, dodging lightning bolts and parrying blows from nowhere. I felt like a child seeing his parents fight for the first time. I didn’t understand why they didn’t coexist peacefully anymore. It just wasn’t right. Dustin waged war for another good 20 minutes until the rain stopped. The entire time I could hear metal clashing with metal, each blow made me want to throw up and squeal for joy. People began to gather around him again and stare at him. He had a very odd smirk on his face. He laughed madly and everyone watched in bewilderment. Did he win? Did he lose? Are we doomed? What happened? Dustin just sheathed his sword and started walking home. I couldn’t bring myself to pray that night.
