The Tome By Maritonn De Pauveh

"Please don't!" I cried out  as I winced and closed my eyes, knowing that the pain of his first blow would be too much for me to bear. I never thought that it would get to this because things had been good between us once and should have remained so.

"So you've come to see reason have you Maritonn? I don't have to make you see sense the only way that I haven't tried yet?" Jobo said, as he seemed to be holding his striking arm back with his will alone, but it was cocked and seemed to possess  need to be unleashed as if he had no control over it, which I saw as I had opened my eyes again because I had delayed the blow with my plea that had the force of truth contained within.

"Yes Jobo I have! Please don't strike me, I cannot bear the thought of the pain that your blow will bring me. I will do as you asked me to. You have my word as a poet and writer good sir." I said, suddenly softening my tone as I once had when things were better between us, even letting slip loose a wan smile as I could not bear the tension in the air.

He looked down at me and though he struggled to hold his arm back, his face turned from one of cold hard stone to one approaching his normal cheerfulness. "I am glad that you have come to see reason Maritonn, because I had no desire to strike you at all, but you forced my hand, as it were and once unleashed, it can't be stopped, even if I wanted to. And I don't. Your word means nothing to me anymore." He said as his face darkened again and I saw him unleash his arm.

"No!" I cried out again as I closed my eyes and braced for the pain that was to come.

I opened my eyes and felt my face and was surprised by the lack of pain that I felt, as I found no bruises or cuts. And I smiled for the first time since...

 Charles Petrie

Date
09-08-19

Time 
A Good One

Word Count
313

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