Even a Warrior Must Fall

Prologue

His Thoughts:

I was a wanderer, someone who is no one. I had lost everything which I once held dear... My family, my home, my friends, all vanished away never to return.

I don't even know who I really am. Trauma had also made me lose my memories. I know nothing about the person I once was. I literally know nothing, not even the name by which I once was called.

Death has eluded me countless times... I am not afraid to die, but neither do I wish for my life to end so soon... Not when I finally have the chance to rebuild the shattered pieces of my life...

Each waking hour is a struggle. Each day is a new battle to be fought... The weak will be vanquished, the strong will carry on. This is the philosophy which has been drummed into my head for as long as I can remember.

I choose not to love, and shun love in all its forms. I've trusted no one. I've given my heart to none. In my world, either you serve a purpose or not. People come into my life and rarely do they stay.

Until one day, one fateful day... A day when everything I believed in forever changed. I met a girl who took everything that I thought I knew and threw them out the window. She was unlike anyone I've ever met, yet she is just like everyone else at the same time.

Could it be? Could she be? Would she be the one who would make me realize that " Even A Warrior Must Fall?"

Her Thoughts

I am a prisoner and certainly not because of my own choice. I had been trained to please men and cater to their every whim. To put it shortly, I am a pampered plaything...

Many say that I could not ask for anything else given my current situation... They are right and it is indeed true... I have everything my heart could desire - except for my freedom. I am a bird, trapped in a beautiful but confining cage, eager to spread its wings and gaze at the world beyond these confining walls.

I was sold into slavery soon after I was born. As such, I've never learned to trust or love anyone fully.. In this cruel, deceitful, and twisted world there is no one a person can truly depend on except for himself or herself.

Love has never entered my mind. As I see it, men do not know its true meaning. They see women as objects to be used for their own pleasure. What then is the point of seeking love when most do not know what it really is?

I'll never fall in love. That's what I adamantly vowed to myself. I have been successful in keeping it... until now.

Destiny? Fate? I may never know whether these truly exist. But one day, one crazy day, I think I finally began to believe some things are truly meant to be...

Someone suddenly came into my life... Without a warning, he made me feel as if I could finally fall for someone who will always stay with me.

He is a man of contrasts and ambiguities... Cruel yet inexplicably kind at times... Cold yet undeniably warm in some instances... Trusts no one yet is trusted by more than some... A baffling puzzle yet is also an open book easily read by those who dare and care to sneak a look inside...

Could I really learn to truly love? Would I finally fall in love? Will I be the woman who will make the warrior fall?