EURIELLE okey okey, im sorry, its difficult to believe people in internet, but i believe you. In that case, im glad to hear you! Just keep doing this art. :)
+Nathan Hood Trust me, I really haven't got the time to go around pretending to be someone else, or the desire for that matter! Glad you like my song though, thank you :) Eurielle
Through action, a man becomes a hero Through death, a hero becomes a legend Through time, a legend becomes a myth And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action
That says that depute being a song older from other of your work, you had great talent even then; and developed even more as the time goes on. Best wishes!
I know im not the only one that Thinks she is too Underrated Too much of This talent Your Voice might not beat others But your Song creation will You should be singing in some World class Series something like that You legit hit my heart
Wow, 5 Million Views! I honestly never thought that one of my songs would achieve this on RUclips; thank you all so much, and of course to Epic Music World again for sharing it. Eurielle x
20 Million Views!!! One of the biggest milestones in my career so far. Thank you so much to everyone who has watched this, and again to Epic Music World for uploading it in the first place ❤.
Been listening to this song for years now, oh God hove I love it every time I return! True masterpiece that takes your thoughts to some magical, fantastical world.
By order of the king, a captured princess from the enemy kingdom was forced into the streets to suffer a public display of defeat and to represent a fallen empire. The whole atmosphere was hate, laughter, profanity, and the mockery from the villagers and soldiers around her as they threw rubbish with the intentions to strike her beautiful face. The princess could no longer be brave, for she lowered her head in shame as she began to weep and fall to her knees in brokenness. From the distance, a knight watched her cry. He knew her when they were children long ago, alowed to play together because of their high class that used to be so similar, until he stooped to become a knight to her enemy. He remembered when he would push her and make her cry because she was a girl and girls easily cry. This very knight, that aided the conquering of her empire and hated her existence in the past years ago, realized that she was just a girl who did not deserve a fate like this. It only took one step to silence the king's mockings as the warrior marched toward her. The princess felt a metal hand gently lift her by the arm from her knees and felt a shadow cool her from the sweltering sun. She kept her head low but managed to lift her eyes to see an enemy using his shield and cape to protect her from the rot being cast upon her. Not knowing how, she remembered who this metal-masked warrior was and she felt that he was no longer a rival to her. The villagers were in an uproar and the rubbish increased as it was thrown at the unlikely pair, but The only ones silent were the fellow knights, the king, and the princess and her protector. He looked down at the child, nearly the same age as he, and purposed in his heart that he would do everything he could to protect her with his life. Suddenly, he shivered as he felt her hand press against his arm in gratitude as they slowly walked through the street together, displaying not a symbol of defeat, but of friendship.
Knight: ok my queen, i let you walk alone between this crowd, you are a strong woman and you needn't a man to protect you. Crowd: kill her. Her: bro wtf, you your job was protect me, maleness only kill us. Knight: -.-
Of course! It's a true masterpiece! Everything invokes such beauty, and the song and image we see work hand in hand like two compatible puzzle pieces. I'll listen to this on repeats and lose count because I just don't think of that listening to this.
7 Billion is alot. Even a 1% talented is still in the millions. But only 0.001% is truly gifted and less than that is almost breaking the balance which made them casted away by people an anomaly.
if the people in the comments section don’t become famous worldwide authors with bestselling books I’m ready to throw hands Edit [05/29/20] : I’ve read the replies, and it’s really admiring and exciting to see so many of you being gifted in the art of language! Don’t ever stop being passionate about writing, no matter what, it’s your gift! I believe in you and that you can achieve your goals one day. Even a small step a day counts! :)
i am also right there with u... with song and stories and with one picture u can make anything imaginable we used to watch movies instead of reading them but this my friends is a something looking for
the crowd is relentless, they blame her for their suffering, yet you know better, you know she is merely a child at heart, with the weight of a whole kingdom on her shoulders, her 'council' are to blame. their greed almost doomed the kingdom she rules over, "she does not deserve this" you utter, you almost don't feel yourself doing it, running at her, raising your shield against the mobs rotten vegetables and stones, like it was dictated by the gods that you were to be her shield, her bastion of hope, she looks up at you her eyes watered from the shame she is enduring yet she manages to force a smile, a smile of gratitude, like she was begging someone to save her, and it appears, she saw your smile through your visor, making her even less distraught.
Technoblade: "Tommy, what you're doing wrong is that you're using words....The thing about this world, is that the only universal language is Violence. And we had that conversation. In the pit." Not sure if he said it like this. But I thought I'd share it since we speak about universal languiges dknxnd
@@nansifyanimations well then if violence is the universal language it means that everyone must use violence to communicate with each other but there is another universal language that is understood by all living beings and that language is much stronger than violence and the name of this universal language is love :)
Got inspired by all the beautiful stories written below and wanted to give it a shot myself. Hope it's good. The princess lowers her head as she walks in between the roaring crowd, doing her best to block out their insults and jeers. "WENCH!" one cried out. "PRETENDER!" "WITCH!" "MURDERER!" others yell as they throw rotten produce at her. One manages to hit her on the cheek, and she does her best not to cry out despite the pain. She braces for more impacts but the next thing she felt surprises her. A gentle wiping sensation as an armored hand softly wipes the rotten tomato from her cheek with his cloak before the knight raises his shield and body to protect her left and the cloak he used to clean her cheek to protect her right. "Why?" She manages to choke out. "Why are you doing this, despite what they say I have done?" "Because you are my lady, " was the knights response. "And you do not deserve this." "Are you not aware you will be banished as well?" The knight continues to look forward, occasionally angling his shield to deflect an incoming projectile as he wraps the princess closer, partly to shield her better but mostly to reassure her. "I am well aware, my lady. And if that is the price for doing the right thing, then I will gladly pay it." The princess could feel her cheeks burn, though, not from the tomato that hit her earlier. And for once since the death of her father, she allowed a tear to fall as her servant, nay, her only friend and protector lead her out of harms way.
"I am neither an angel, nor a knight in shining armor. But even if heaven says unto me 'it's time for you to leave', I will never let you walk the storm alone"
"Judge her at your own risk, for I will defend her till death." Would probably be the picture in the simplest terms, but this tells a whole lot more of a story, and it's beautiful.
A Knight is sworn to valor His heart knows only virtue His blade defends the helpless His might upholds the weak His words speaks only truth His wrath undoes the wicked
@@mangoboy3367 Agreed. It is not dead, nor will it ever die. Even before the official rules were written, the concept and ideals have existed in the hearts of men from the dawn of civilization.
They were young then, too young to be adults yet too old to be children. The two young teens laughed in light of the summer sun. The boy picked a flower and placed it in her hand. Her hand gently touched in order to see what her eyes could not. She smiled as she felt the soft petals in her hand the sweet fragrance that permeated her nose. The boy's eyes grew saddened as she asked him what she was holding, "They're forget-me-nots." he answered, "They're beautiful, just like you." The girl giggled she held the flower against her cheek, feeling the delicate petals caress her cheek. "Soon, I will leave. To become a knight." The girl seemed to wilt at his statement. "Why?" she asked, "Why must you be a knight?" The boy simply knelt in front of her and held her hands. "So I'll be able to protect my princess." She gave a sad laugh, "What kind of princess am I, if I can't even see." The boy only held onto her hands tighter. "The one that matters to me." As the years passed the kingdom that they reside in had descended into chaos. Anger among the citizens as their king had ruled them unjustly, hoarding all the gold for himself and leaving the people to starve. It was to be seen that the citizens had risen up and stormed the castle. Murdering the king in anger as he had showed no remorse for letting them starve. What was left of the royal family was the blind princess of the former king. Taking pity on the blind girl they exiled her, never will she be able to take a step in her home again. She could see nothing as she was leaving the kingdom with nothing but the clothes on her back and the crown of blue forget-me-nots that rested upon her head. Yet she could hear the yells of hatred towards her and her family, she could feel the pain of the rotten food that was being thrown at her. She only kept her head down as she had nothing to say to them as she walked in the light of the summer sun. When she didn't feel the pain of food being thrown at her, she lifted her hand to feel that there was a figure standing by her, shielding her from the crowd's hatred. "Do not cry, my princess." The knight that stood with his shield held high, "I will always protect you." He took a flower from her crown gently caressed its petals against her cheek. "that's why I became a knight after all." Happiness bloomed in her chest as the return of the one she loved came back to her. "Where shall we go, my princess" he asked her. She answered with only one sentence. "Away from here, with you by my side, my love." "As you wish."
The most profound statement to me is the decision of the warrior. He's menacing, and well equipped. Able to hold a greatshield with only his hand. He towers above the woman. If his main emotion was anger or disgust at the crowd, he could make them pay for it with ease. Instead, his urge is to protect. To stand as an example of peace, and vigilance. It is duty and honor that motivate him. He may not even agree with the woman. It is possible that he is merely carrying out the work he was trained for. But he still does it.
No it's not just that he has honour and loves her despite everybody's opinion that she is a witch destined to carry out the bad decisions of her father but this was just a bad time he knew she could do better and was a magnificent queen.
As the shield thudded and bent under the oppressive volley, barely audible above the jeers of the crowd, the small girl glanced at the ground in shame, her hazel eyes skimming over the debris thrown not only her, but her protector. She saved the warrior's life with her magic, and so many more, yet the village cast her out, screeching "Witch! Witch!" with every step. She gripped her gown tightly, not only to avoid the broken bottles that laid on the cobblestone, but out of raw, unbridled fear. The mountain of a man next to her shifted slightly, feeling her emotions the way only someone in love can. Through his helm, his piercing blue eyes flitted to her, and his honey-smooth voice, deeper than the pit in the woman's heart that he hoped to fill, resonated in his steely coating, protecting him from the blows of the villagers, but alas, also from her touch. "Fear not, my lady. I'm here for you. I always will be". As her fingertips brushed against his arm, glancing off of the molded steel, the pair were filled with a warmth only attributed to only one feeling. A sense of hope. A sense of purpose... Throughout the hardships and tribulations, throughout the long journey to the Warrior's mountain home, he kept his word. Through solace they found peace. Through peace they found comfort. Through comfort they found love. As seasons turned to years, a child was born. A boy, as strong as his father and bestowed with his mother's gifts. With his birth, the newly appointed parents made that same vow to the infant, staring up at them with aqua eyes speckled with brown, his father's reassuring grin playing on his lips.... "Fear not, little one. We're here for you. We always will be..."
I swear, you should make this a short story or novel (if possible). Call it "The Carrier" based of this song (Carry me). Over the course of the story, they continue to debate who has truly carried who throughout the journey. Eventually, they realized they carried each other. PLEASE!! That'd be amazing!
The mid-born daughter of a king, hated by her peers. Protected by a once great knight who fell from grace to defend the innocent girl he watched be torn down day by day. Her family using her as a scapegoat for their failure to protect their citizens. The royal knight captain defended her and was sent away with her. Rumor spread of how the princess laid with many men and caused the captain to abandon his post for her, leading to the burning of many villages. The two bore the dishonor and left the throne room solemnly, the princess' family turning away from her as the doors closed behind. "Traitor!" "Adulterer!" "Fool!" The citizens' voices rang out as items and food were thrown at the two. Raising his tower shield and holding his cloak around the girl's frame, the knight silently protected her as they walked through the city. As the tormenting words grew harsher and the debris grew more dangerous, the girl rested her hand on the knight's arm and asked.. "Why do you protect me sir knight..?" The knight does not falter in his defense as he glances down at her. "A knight is sworn to defend the honor of the royal family..i serve no man that dares betray a young girl for political gain." He states plainly, nothing but devotion in his words. "You were a wonderful child, and are now a wonderful young woman. If the corrupted king wishes to destroy his one pure daughter, then he shall protect his kingdom without his one true knight. " The two fade into the distance after passing the gates, the other knights mocking them as they passed. Weeks later, the kingdom was finally besieged by the neighboring nation. The royal family overthrown and executed for crimes against it's people.
As soon as she steps outside, she sees the masses of crowds, shouting and screaming abuse at her. "MURDERER!" They shout, "LIAR!" "TRAITOR!" She continues to walk slowly. "This was it. This was the end." She thinks to herself, a single tear falling onto her white cheek. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, she looks up, a parting in the crowds to her right had formed and a dark figure made their way towards her. As he gets closer, she sees that he is carrying a sword and shield. A knight. She bows her head as she readies herself to meet her end. A few seconds pass and still nothing. She opens her eyes. The knight was stood over her, his blood red cape draped over her. "B-but why?" She stammers, tears falling uncontrollably now. "Because, my lady, I know the truth, I know you are indeed as delicate and beautiful on the inside as you look on the outside." She looks up at him, trying to make eye contact, but his face is completely covered with his helmet. She raises her hand and rests it on his suit of armour as they start to walk off into the sunset. Him by her side. Every step of the way.
WOW! that is the most accurate of the narrations that can represent the image of this video, BRAVO! Congratulations! YOU if you have talent and the gift of a true troubadour!
I know that this is not the right interpretation but whe ever I see this I think of this... The towns people soon became enraged with the young princess, blaming her for everything her evil Father, the king had put them through. No matter what apologies she could offer, the people were relentless. They wanted her dead, and she knew it. While they were still shouting there threats of death, an armor clad warrior ran to the front of the crowd. The people assumed that he was going to kill her, the reason being that her father had sent the knights father off to his tragic death. The maiden, tears of shame and sorrow spilling from her eyes across her pale skin, embraced herself for the cold blow, her head held in her small hands, ice white hair spilling over her forehead. Instead of feeling the burn of pain, she felt a comforting coolness as the Sun was blocked from her and a heavy cloth rest on her tired shoulders. She looked up to see the noble warrior standing over her protectively. He had his shield raised over them and the cries of the people had stopped for a while, and then erupted in pure hatered for both of them. She rose to her feet and placed a gentle had on his shoulder, "Go," she said in a whisper,"I wish not to bring you to this humiliation my knight." He did not move as the rotten products and stones pelted his armor, "I pled my life to you my lady, a thousand armies could not move me from your side my princess, this is your fathers doing, and I will stay and bare this burden with you very breath you draw from your lips and every stride you take. My shield will protect only you, my sword only fights for you, my heart beats for you my lady." He drew her in closer and they walked together, away from the angry shouts and threats, him holding his shield over her.
"Traitor!" "Murderer!" "Death to the Queen!" The people's cries carried through the courtyard. Her fate decided. Because of her father's murderous way's, she was deemed a traitor and was to be executed for the fall and fail of the kingdom. Thousands of her people had been murdered maliciously. "They didn't have to die. They shouldn't have." The Queen said sadly, staring out the dungeon window to the rioting crowd that had gathered. "My Lady forgive me." She turned towards her lady in waiting with tear filled eyes as knights appeared behind her. "No please she's innocent!" The Queen begged, her own tears falling freely. The knight forced her back into her cell, as they drug her lady in waiting away to meet her own fate. The king had been withholding food and money from his people, dooming thousands of innocent men, women, and children to their death all the while his plan to consume as much power and wealth was being done. With the fall of the kingdom, the angry and hurt people looked for justice. The people had overtaken then castle, and soon the kingdom fell at their feet. Now as the Queen watched her maid and friend walk to her death, tears threaten to fall from her own cheeks but she wouldn't allow the people to see her defeat. Shoulder's set straight back, in her trained grace, she would accept her fate for her people. They weren't willing to let her find a solution that should have been made long before, they weren't ready to forgive. They wanted justice and blood. Today would be the day she would give her people what they wanted most, and ultimately freeing herself from years of deceit. The knights each took one of her arms, preventing an escape as they lead her through the halls to the opening of the courtyard. "It is time to face your sentence." The knight to her left said solemnly. "I am ready. My people need justice and I need to be free from my father's sins." The Queen walked slowly, each step feeling as though her legs were made of lead. "Murderer!" "Bitch!" Screams echoed through the courtyard, but still her stood tall and strong. The rioting crowd, unhappy with her strong, and unwavering demeanor, began trowing the rotten food her father had only allowed them, and trash at her. Still she stood strong, unwilling to break now. She had to remain strong up until the very end. If nothing else of what she had long been taught, was strength to the very end. Now facing thee gallows in front of her, she could feel her strength slipping. Something sharp hit her then, suddenly, knocking her from her feet. As her hands and arms collided with the cobblestone, the first hints of blood appearing on her palms and the backs of her arms. "Forgive me for his sins. I knew to late." She cried as the tears she so fiercely tried to hide now fell. She held her eyes shut tight, wishing for her death to be quick and painless, though she didn't deserve it. Shade instantly cooled her back, as her sad eyes looked up to see the lone knight kneel beside her. He extended his hand to her and helped her up. As she got to her feet, his cape blocked her from behind as he rose his shield to protect her from the trash being thrown. She looked at him sadly, not understanding. "Why..why would you protect me after all the sins I should pay for?" She cried. The knight looked let out a small laugh. "My Lady, my duty is to protect the innocent, and you are innocent in your father's sins." She placed her frail hand on the forearm of his armor as her tears fell again, this time in shame. "Please don't. I deserve this. My father destroyed this kingdom. Destroyed our people, and I must give them justice." The knight stopped walking, as the screams around them fell silent. Everything seeming frozen time. The other knights stood frozen in awe at the sight. "My Lady these people need compassion and love from a great Queen. They have been done wrong and are now fueled by hate and fear. Show them you are meant to wear the crown upon your head. Prove to them that your father's sins don't end with you." Guilt flooded her face at the realization she should have done that sooner. "I believe the time to try and prove to my people, is over and gone. My fate has been decided." Standing now at the foot of the gallows the Queen swallowed hard, as she looked to her knight then turned to face her people. The brave knight lowered his cape and stood strong behind her. She addressed her people one last time with all of her heart, full of promise, and compassion they had long since been robbed of. For the first time the people stopped screaming, and listened with open ears. Slowly they lowered their trash filled hands, as the Queen turned to face her brave knight once again. He knelt at her feet, drawing his sword. "Remove your helmet my brave knight." He did as she requested, as her breathing hitched. All those many times of hiding in the garden with the young boy who dreamed of being a knight, but forbidden because of their differences in class. Her first crush and love was the very knight that protected her on her final walk. Their love had always been forbidden, now he had saved her from a cruel fate. "My Lady, my heart has always been there to protect you, even when our love was forbidden. I vowed once to always protect you, and I still hold my honor to that commitment." She gently took his sword, tapping each shoulder, then as he stood to his feet, she placed it back in his hands. "Honor your commitment to me and your people." She smiled as she removed her crown, placing it on his head, and moved to the platform. The knight followed her and stood in front of her. Taking the Queen's face in his hands, he kissed her passionately, then stepped back. She knew to late of her father's sins, but even after convincing her people and promising peace and change, still accepted her fate from the gallows because in her death brought freedom and a king who brought a heart of pure love and compassion that had been showed upon her. The knight, turned king, turned his head as a single tear fell from his cheek as the once Queen's justice was served. He told her to late that his love was for her; but as a proper and Perfect Queen would she set herself free, giving all she had to her people. Now promising to lead and be the King they needed, he would accept his new role, in her honor.
Gabrieloakk You are right, and those of us left, are beginning to change ourselves. in my case it's becoming more like a harsh outside of steel, and cruel and cold inside as well.
"Such a farse." Breathed a heavy, yet warm hearted voice that revealed lingering shards of sympathy. Such a voice filled the air, taken from the shielded lips of an armored protector, who guided the dainty steps of a maiden made of silk diamonds worth more than any amount of gold. The fair lady gave him gentle gazes, entrusting his guidance passed a roaring crowd of existences who barked, spat, and scoffed at the display of her being provided with security. But they knew only so much... and indeed, they only knew little of the reason for her continued protection. "They'll have your head for this, you know..." her accent laced words, coated with concern yet firmly held appreciation traced reminders into the knight's ears. And yet the knight in mention allowed himself to chuckle, keeping a raised arm and hand attached to the crimson stitching of a cape that blocked the princess from view. "My lady... I would rather die from carrying you to freedom with hands as bare as ones that wear no armor, than to stand idly by and bask in the harsh spill of brigading onslaught bestowed upon your butterfly features from our people." He spoke words dripped in truth. "My duty has been but a dull one, for I have done no more than stand around for lengthy time and wait for reasons to protect." He continued to dribble phrases, before his helmet turned to stare at the young female. The drumming of yells and spews of disagreement from all around them grew abruptly muffled and of no importance. "... I now have a reason."
I just realised that the Princess shown in the art is an elf. An Elven Princess was taken as prisoner of war to the capital city of the Kingdom ruled by humans, humans that the elves had once enslaved and persecuted. Naive and sheltered, the Princess had no inkling of the cycle of hate that wrought the hearts of the humans whom she thought were only fables under the protection of her Elven home. She was paraded like a trophy, a symbol of oppression, a symbol of a time she could not even recall, a time where she was not even born. 'SAVAGE!' They called her as they threw precious food to her being, to emulate the times when the Elves had made farmers out of scholars, had made scullions of Kings. She felt the humiliation, the oppressive aura that the slaves must have felt back in the old days. During the parade, she begun to empathise with the old slaves, those humans who were deemed as savages by their more elegant counterparts. But she cried... Cried for herself. For was she not an innocent? A girl who had once dreamt of peace and thought the world was filled with love and smiling faces. That was before she tasted the bitter taste of war, the bitter taste of a parent giving away their sixth daughter as a peace offering to their now much stronger enemy. That was what she was, a mere object to be traded for political power, for that was the fate of a Princess. But then, a man appeared. His gleaming armor splattered with the red pulp of a tomato, it resembled blood on a warrior knight's armor. But his eyes, the only flesh visible upon his person, was kind and sympathetic. He shielded her from the pulps, from the angry crowd and the shame. His voice rose above the crowd. "ARE WE NOT BETTER THAN THIS?" He roared in anger. The crowd fell silent. "Look upon yourselves," He continued, his voice gentler this time. "You have become the very thing you hated." Murmurs rose amongst the people. The Knight wrapped his crimson cape around the Elven Princess and led her to a safer place. He caught the King's gleaming gaze amidst the throng of courtiers. The King appeared pensive and unsure. But with a nod of his Crowned head, the Knight's fate was sealed. That night in the castle, the second son of the King, the Crimson Knight of honor was proclaimed engaged to the foreign Elven Princess. From them, hope blooms like a flower amidst the spring sun. Hope that the cycle of hate would seize from the union of two hearts. And in came a prosperous alliance of two nations.
Well your writing is pretty good but that's the wrong story u got there, read the online comic- ghostblade, this is one of the scenes and i would like not to disclose the story to ruin your suspense
“There I know he’s waiting for me.” This line … something about it makes me feel like crying. It’s just so beautiful, but also so sad, so touching. It’s like a story about a love faithful until the very end, despite being trampled by fate from time to time.
- I pledge my shield, my armour, my sword, my life to serve you, i will protect you from any harm, i swear this on my honor, even if the whole world is your enemy, i will be by your side my princess
When others choose to merely follow, I will choose to lead. Where others have failed, I will succeed. When others remain silent, I will question. Where others have yielded, I will endure. When others lose faith, I will provide hope. Where others have been cast out, I will offer refuge. When others are lost, I will show them they have been found. This is the power of my resolve and the oath I swear upon. Be a humble man of noble and honest intentions and you will overcome any obstacle or barrier that life can dull out. For when a wanting man seeks to be given strength or power, a wise man, knows the power and strength he wields within himself.
When I listen to this i think of this: A royal knight who is in love with the kings daughter who is taking the throne since her father was ill (mother died at birth) and with her being so young, the village doesn't accept her since she's irresponsible and naive to listen. The knight decided to step out of line and protect the princess from the angry villagers but also to shield them of her beauty that only he would like to see since she always wore a frown from their accusations. As the knight protected her, she reaches out and pressed her delicate hand on his forearm, feeling the coldness of his armour against her hand and leaned into him; bodies pressed against each other; flesh against metal. The knight knew he was falling for her from her beauty and swore himself to protect her with his life
You just still in the shadow and need enlightened to know who you are. Go to pray (with your own religion method) and you will know that you are devided in two pieces but in one mind and soul (just my experience).
U are a strong willed person but people are not made in life to run solo of course u can live alone and not rely on anyone, but we were meant to help each other life is more than being strong on your own.
Valor, a knight is sworn to valor. his heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his word speaks only truth, his wrath undoes the wicked.
My Interpretation of this... She glided down the palace steps, the torches dim as if they could feel her pain. As she stops in front of the door, the young woman took a breath, knowing that her time has come. Every bit the royalty she was, the woman stalked out the front door and into the range of the enraged crowd. Fruit, bottles, rot, and dirt would land around her, but none dared lay a finger on the woman, as she continued to walk gracefully through the street. But such luck was not meant to last, soon dirt began to stain her clothes and grime fell onto her skin. It's not long before she sees a knight, tall and gallant, sprint to intercept her. Her eyes closed and her head held high, she continued to walk, expecting to feel the cold hiss of steel to her neck at any moment. A shadow fell over the princess, and her eyes flew open as she felt the knight's cloak wrap around her, and noticed the absence of the earlier onslaught. The knight, with his shield high and his cloak tight, began to lead her out of the crowd. Not a word was spoken between them, but a single touch from the princess sent a message more powerful than words could ever hope to speak.
Not sure. Would a royalty walk the streets with no honor guards? I more see that knight as her knight-in-shining-armor for-ever protecting her. The rest seens accurate enough. Personally, though, I thought of her to be the last royal blood so she was made queen by default but she has magic in her blood too (due to her shimmering dress) which frightened the mobs. They respect her enough to lead but not enough to be seen.
H5 I think the unwritten implication here is that she has either been banished, or is on a way to do something that the people blame her for (thus her expectation of being slain by a knight). Perhaps a revolution took place, similar to The French Revolution. Mayhap this is her last walk as leader will be summarily executed (which is why they dare not touch her... Just yet
I have to doubt that. I don't see any indication that expected the to be slain by the knight now shielding her. Why bother shielding her if she's to be executed. If this truly was a revolution then I doubt the mob would just stand by as the knight protects her but they would swarm the two and kill them. But banished is likely, she wears noble clothes and walks the streets of the peasent people with no protection.
There are so many stories where some brave hero decided give there life to save the day. And because of their sacrifice the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after. But the hero never gets to see that ending. They'll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith.
_According to some, heroic deaths are admirable. I have never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly or defiant you are, at the end of the day you are also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking_ -Bartimaeus, a demon who was forced to see his master's heroic death.
The newly appointed young queen hesitates before leaving her chariot. She turns to her faithful protector, who had his helmet off and resting on his lap at the moment. "What if they blame me for what happened? It sounds like they already do." The protector turns to her, and smiles. A rare thing from him, after what had happened to her parents. She still blames her self partially for what happened. "You have nothing to worry about, your majesty. I, along with my men, will protect you from anything. Alright?" His helmet goes on as he says this, and the familiar T shaped visor looks around for a moment before departing. He grabs his shield off the side of the cart, and motions for her to follow. Swallowing hard, she grudgingly follows him out. Before, the people of her city would cheer and toss flowers at her. Now however, they scream, and throw fruit and rocks at her. Her protector raises his shield and cape, shielding her from the debris. She cries silently, for there is nothing she can do right this moment to make the hate stop. "There's no need to cry ma'am," He looks down at her, "Everything will be just fine." She could hear the smile, even behind the helmet. She chokes a moment, forces out a smile, and looks to the ground. I will fix this. A silent vow no one can hear.
While you sleep, dream of me I'll be keeping our memories Living in my heart and soul Waiting for the day When we will be together again Carry me to my love Ov'r the sea to the clouds above Where I know he is waiting for me Carry me to my love Ov'r the sea to the clouds above Take me away to the shining light Over the waves peaceful at night There among the stars glowing in the dark You watch over me Smiling down patiently Carry me to my love Ov'r the sea to the clouds above Where I know he is waiting for me Carry me to my love Over the sea to the clouds above Carry me to my love Ov'r the sea to the clouds above Where I know he is waiting for me Carry me to my love Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
A faithful protector and a remorseful monarch, marching through the streets of ungrateful subjects who will never know their heroism. One of the hardest things about art is telling a story with it
It is beautiful on so many levels! The music sets the tone perfectly; and the artwork, just stunning! Her dress is blue, to emphasize her "blue" state, and helps to portray her delicate, broken spirit. The knight is shielding her with both his shield and himself, not because to protect her from arrows and spears, but to protect her vulnerable spirit. He is shielding her honor with his. He is not escorting her, or prompting her, he is simply going with her at her pace, and protecting the entire time. He is the definition of loyalty, honor, and courage. His red cape emphasizes these qualities, and how he is different than the dreary, sad, and angry people around him. The mob is blurred because they don't matter. Their anger does not matter, it is not what is remembered. It is this knight, and his honor, that is remembered. It is true beauty.
“True strength is not measured by how hard you can swing your sword, or how fast you can run, or how high you can jump. No, it is measured by your courage, by your willingness to lay down your blade, and be the bigger man. Your strength is your heart, your soul, and your courage. Sometimes sadly we must fight, but remember it's not the battles we win that makes us stronger, it's the bond we make with our fellow human beings”.
"Her pale eyes, bound to the ground, bound by grief and regrets and shame could find no solace in the mud her feet, no longer adorned by these glittering shoes she loved to wear, were stumbling upon. No one cared. No one stopped. Rotten fruits turned to stones as she walked through this sea of hatred. And she kept on going, frail, wounded. I will not stand still. There is no honor in this. There is no pride in watching these eyes fill with tears. There is no justice in silence. I raise my shield and discard my pride. I will not stand still. Watching the sun set a hundred times before had me realise how much light this world can have and how eager it is to cast it aside. I will not stand still. "Fear not, my lady." The rocks bump against my shield and my armored shoulder, and so does the roaring of this savage crowd. Yet even a thousand screams of anger could never keep her silent sobs from my ears. For a brief moment, I prayed they would. "..Thank you.." "I will protect you." I look down and meet these pale, watery eyes who see through my plate, my knighthood and the reassuring look I desperately try to offer her. She sees through all of it. And she smiles. "I know.."
I have watched this kingdom be built, destroyed, and built again, I have watched your mother and your mother's mother grow into queens, I have watched over you as you were born, I watched as you walked these halls, everyday, from child to woman. I have been here, unnoticed and still, here for you, a guardian you never were ment to meet, I have watched you grow and live. But I will not watch you be hurt, I will not watch you be beaten or bruised, I will not waste your life. I will not watch you die.
The battlefield was a dark and horrid sight. The warrior stood up, his armor cracked and blood staining his face and grimly looked out, his face contorted in pain. He had to know he succeeded. He pulled his blade out of the last of his enemies as he stood, sweat-glistening skin and damped tunic showing how long he had pushed himself. The battlefield stank of rotting corpse meat, drying blood, thick awful smoke and waste. The battle was over. He had won. The Great King's war was done. The warrior had a deep cut on his right cheek to jaw, almost resembling a shooting star. He looked behind him. The princess was alive, fainted from exhaustion and fear...but alive. He turned to look for his friends. Both armies had fought. His King had fought because he refused to sign a treaty with a tyrant that demanded submission. The Emperor demanded submission or he would offer destruction. Many other lords had refused to assist the Great King. The King had stood alone with only his most loyal warriors and soldiers. The Warrior looked down at so many dead friends and comrades and his chin trembled as his eyes began to sting but he refused to give in. He had to make sure. He had barely managed to stop this horde that attacked whilst the princess was trying to be taken somewhere safe. Scooping his princess up, he carried her towards the tower that had been the final defense of this castle. More and more dead. "IS ANYONE THERE?!" He called. "ANYONE?!" He hoped and prayed for a healer to make sure the princess was already. "Over here," a soft voice said in the wind. "WHERE?!" the Warrior called then turned to look at a small shelter. He stared in shocked horror and fear. Laying pale and still as a corpse, was the Great King. And a priest, proficient in the healing arts, grim and sad as he performed the last rites. The Warrior rushed over with the princess. "My king! My king, is he...?" The warrior stopped as he looked at the sadness in the priests eyes. The Warrior swallowed his sadness and laid the princess down. "Please, tend to her. The queen, is she near?" The priest took a deep breath and looked over behind the makeshift tent, nodding in that direction. The Warrior walked over then turned to see the beautiful Queen of his country in her splendid golden dress stained in blood as she laid on a bedding of torn clothing. "Highness," The Warrior whispered as he walked over. The Queen smiled, still a beautiful woman. "You brought my daughter back," she whispered as her skin was getting more pale. The Warrior knelt down and finally the stinging in his eyes couldn't be held back as he looked away, squeezing his eyes shut. "Shhhh...it's all right," the Queen said softly as she touched his wrist. She had refused to leave her King's side. Things had got crazy and chaotic during the siege. It was a maddening confusion and the Warrior still wasn't sure what happened. He simply fought and fought with all he had, trying to stop as many of the cruel enemies as he could, trying with all he had left. "I'm so sorry," the Warrior's voice cracked as he looked down and took a sob. "I tried...I tried so hard! But I couldn't stop them, I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't good enough!" The Queen's grip firmed around the Warriors wrist. "Don't you dare say that, " she said softly. "My daughter lives..I saw you carry her over here." The Warrior looked down as tears spilled down his young cheeks as the Queen used what strength she had to pull the young Warrior over to her and hug him gently. "One thing you must accept...is that no one...can control life. You...were amazing...I never saw someone...fight so hard...so well. I knew...we were right...to trust you." She squeezed him in a hug gently. Then, with her hand she reached over for her husband's sword and leaned back. "Lower your head..." The Warrior looked at her, then the sword then lowered his head as she tapped his right shoulder, then his left. "You are Knighted...for your honorable deeds. I ask you...be as good a Knight to my daughter...as you were...to me and your King..." The Knight nodded as he took a breath to control his emotions. The queen slowly handed the sword to him. "Now give this back to your King...and carry me to my love." He took another breath and regained his discipline. Then, he scooped the dying Queen in his arms, carrying her back to the makeshift shelter and laid her next to the Great King. He placed the sword on top of the Great King's chest and draped his arms so that the hands held the handle of the blade. The priest closed his eyes and began to recite a Prayer in Latin. The Knight watched over as the queen slipped away, the knelt down and offered a prayer for the souls and salvation of the Noble King that he so passionately believed in...and the Gentle Queen he thought so dearly of. ************************************************************************************************************************************ The coronation had been complete. The Princess, still sad with the loss of her parents, was now a young Queen. Standing by her side was the Knight that had saved her life, his face determined and strong, with a fresh scar that looked like a shooting star on his right cheek. Adorned in freshly polished armor and cape, helmet in the crook of his arm, he seemed defiantly proud. The loud murmuring and grumbling outside spoke of the disapproval of the people. "...they hate me, don't they?" she said softly as she looked to the door with dread in her heart. "They hate that so many of their family members died," the Knight replied. "Often, when people are upset with a tragedy in their country, they look for someone to blame. Their leader is always an easy target." The Young Queen looked down. She had such a gentle side to her but was so very sensitive. "How will I lead them?" she said softly. "With the nobility of your father and the caring of your mother. You'll be a Queen better than even they were," the Knight said. She looked up at him and saw nothing but complete faith and loyalty in his eyes. He truly believed in her. Believed in who she was. "It wont' be easy and there will be a lot of trials. But the King was right to stand up to tyranny. Our walls are being rebuilt. Our Army will be replenished. But most importantly, the freedom of our people and the preservation of our culture is maintained. And you will lead us through this into a golden era and in the end, the people will learn the blame was on the Emperor and they will learn to love you as their Queen. As I do." He put the Helmet on, standing strong and looking invincible, his words inspiring her to believe that things can be better. "I will carry you through whatever I need to." The Young Queen nodded and took a breath, emboldened by the Knight's words. The doors opened and the people kept a respectful distance...for who would challenge the Knight that endured their bloodiest of wars and survived? But they spat and yelled and tossed dirt and fruit at the Queen. Ever defiant but maintaining chivalry, the Knight held up his shield and expertly deflected, blocked and prevented every single one from hitting the Queen. With his other hand, he kept his cape around her so they could not hit here with anything from behind. It still hurt. The Young Queen looked down but reached over to gently touch the Knight's arm. Could he feel how much she loved him? Whether this was duty or passion...she felt so alone in the world, except for him. His loyalty, his faith...she kept her hand there as she walked with her head down and her eyes on the ground, still walking regally but not as confidently. 'Things will be better' she told herself. And with her Knight by her side...she began to believe it. 'I'm just so glad I have one person...that cares about me'. Let the people jeer and hate her. She would still be the best Queen that she could be to them. It was in her nature, in her heart. She looked out through the corner of her eye at the Knight. 'Carry me...my love'.
*He knelt over her quivering body, his fingertips brushing lovingly over her cheek as he looked down at her with mingled sadness and love.Blood seeped across her pale dress, the crimson a great contrast to the lightness of her skin. Setting aside his armor he murmured his love for her even as he knew she was too far gone to hear. laying his broken body beside hers, his head coming to rest upon her chest even as the mortal wounds he had obtained caused him great pain, nearly blind and numb with agony, felt her breathing become feebler still. mild surprise coursed through him as her quickly cooling hand brushed over his hair and neck in feather light caresses, his eyes closed on their own even as he struggled to keep them open. Her heart beat softer, and softer, his own matching its slowing rhythm. After several moments her hand stopped, resting atop his bloodied head and he lost his fight, letting his eyes close even as a tear slipped down his cheek, for her heart had ceased beat, and his had followed* _zooms out to see a large field with many a body laying in the long grass all around them. They had fought bravely for their love, even doomed they had chosen to fight by each others side till the very end_
In a far away place lived a young Princess. The kingdom that her parents ruled was finally reaching at a dead end because of mistakes that the past rulers made. With enemies all around at every single corner and having the little princess as their only child and last hope so that they could save the kingdom they decided that when she would turn sixteen she would get engaged with the Prince from the kingdom next to them. Years past and the young girl kept growing. She wasn't allowed to step foot out of the palace because of her parents fear of her getting Sick or injured. But the young girl wanted to see what was beyond those grey walls. She wanted to meet the outside world. One day she managed to ger away and go outside. She was mesmerized by the beauty, the colours the sounds of the unknown world around her. Fortunately she managed to get back without anyone noticing. But she wanted more. So every now and then she would go out. Then one day she met a soldier some years older. He showed her the most beautiful things. The sunset, weddings, celebrations. He showed her what friendship was and after that what love was. Even if the Princess had told him that she had to marry a prince the boy said "No one knows what the future may bring". More years past and the girl turned 16. Her parents would send soldiers to go to the kingdom next to them and safely return with the Prince. In the army they would send was the soldier the Princess had fallen in love with. She cried a night before the day he would leave by his side. But he told her was that he would never be mad or feel betrayed because he knew she would marry the Prince only for political reasons. But while returning with the Prince the Princess didn't see her soldier anywhere. When the Prince explained what had occurred, she knew...The Prince said that enemies arrived to kill him and prevent the wedding from happening. He was about to take a blade through his back when a brave soldier got in between and saved the Prince's life by sacrificing his own. That night the Princess didn't cry. There was no emotion left within her. When she got married she was like a doll with no soul. Things where going back to normal when the Prince fell sick. Doctor's did everything to save him but it was off use. The last days of his life he only wanted to see the Princess. He and she had become friends but nothing more. One day he told her. "My beautiful princess...I fell in love with you the moment I layed eyes on you. So that's why I'm saying this now...That soldier... before he died he told me...to tell you that he loved you and would be waiting for you so you could meet once again in another life and fall in love with you again. I didn't want to say it because i was jealous... I'm sorry.."Some days after that he died. Her parents furious through her out of the palace saying that all she was, was bad luck. The crowd believed that it was her fault that the prince was Sick and died as well so they began throwing things to her as she was making her way out of the kingdom. But she wasn't sad or scared because beside her, even if it was just her she could feel the presence of her soldier protecting and pushing her to move forward. She whispered to herself. "One day my love I will see you to the clouds above where I know you are waiting for me....one day..."
"They act for they do not see. For i see the tears of my Lady, i see thy sorrow, thy worry, thy pain for a country none other love as much as thou...let them throw what they will, and let them see as you. That i am your shield, your knight and yours alone. And i will not! Allow them to tarnish the lady whom cares most for this land. On the name of Sir Leon De'Castillon...i swear this, for i am forever yours."
little 16 yr old me was so inspired by this video and the stories in the comments section that I ended up plotting a whole book about it. maybe I'll actually finish it someday:)
A foreign princess of different race, stood alone in the tower, no one dare approaching her. A trophy of war for this kingdom, and a symbol of peace for her own, her marriage to this kingdoms prince was the unification needed to bring about the end of a bloody war. As she neared the looming door she could hear the roar of the crowd now gathered in the city square, many of whom had lost loved ones in the bitter fighting and wished to see her dead. As the huge door cracked open, a rush of searing hot air swept past her almost sending her off her feet as she stepped out towards the spiteful crowd. Taking shelter from the heat and watching from a nearby archway, a knight saw as the crowd grew large and restless, many of who had certainly felt the effects of the prolonged war, but none having seen its horrors. He cared not for anything anymore, the roots of this conflict burying deep into his heart. The only emotions he felt were in the nightmares that haunted his dreams. As the great door cracked open the crowd screamed their disgust as the foreign princess stepped out. He looked to see her delicate frame descending the tower steps and into the city square. Her kind had been his enemy for so long, but now he harboured no ill feelings towards them, seeing that like he had done before, she was simply serving her people in pursuit of peace. He watched as she struggled with each step, clearly weakened from her long journey across the continent. The city guard now barely able to contain the crowd from pushing past them, they did not care as the princess tripped and fell, and the crowd erupted with laughter and applause. The knight felt a sudden sharp sensation in his heart, knowing such innocent beauty did not deserve this treatment, before he had realised, he had begun pushing his way through the crowd. “Steady there soldier” a member of the city guard barked, drawing the attention of many people in the crowd. As the knight continued forward he was unsure of his own intentions, once more the guard ordered “Halt soldier, by order of the city guard”. As the knight approached, the guardsmen drew his blade, now in full focus of the bewildered crowds. As the knight stepped forth from the crowd the guardsmen swung his sword only to for the knight to strike him with a thunderous punch, dropping him to the ground. The knight approached the princess still unsure of his own actions, when he reached her, she looked up into his eyes. Stunned by her gentle beauty, his eyes locked into hers, like blue crystals, he could not think of what to do and by impulse extend his hand. As her legs gave out from underneath her, she fell to the ground and felt the sharp pain of her delicate skin tearing on the rough stones of the pavement, as she summoned the will to hold back her tears in front of the hostile crowd the princess realised she didn’t have the strength to rise to her feet. As she tried to force herself onto her numbed legs, a sudden cooling shadow loomed over her, blocking the hot dry sun. She winced, preparing herself for a painful blow. But it did not come, when she looked up she saw a cold figure looming over her. A knight, whose amour was unlike those of the men who guarded the city. His was unpolished and undecorated, it looked battered and warn. He simply outstretched his hand and said only two words..”My Lady”. The princess caught a quick glimpse of his eyes, shining green like polished emeralds, they were young and handsome, but looked sad and held the pain of many lifetimes. She put her weight onto his arm and he quickly thrust her to her feet. Continuing to walk towards the city keep the crowd became more violent, now hurling rotten food and stones. Before a single blow had time to land, the knight had pulled her waist into his and raised his shield to protect from the oncoming barrage. As she looked back to see where she had fallen, the princess saw that he had also raised his cloak to protect her. A cloak that like his armour was tattered, warn and scarred from countless battles, soon realising that unlike the city guard, his had not been dyed with colour, but stained red with blood. Despite this, she felt more at ease now, protected by him, than she had felt since leaving her home. The two quickly approached the city keep with the violent crowd now closing in on them. The tall doors of the keep swung open revealing the kingdoms prince, her betrothed, to be there waiting. The knight quickly pushed her through the doors to ensure her safety. The prince barely acknowledging the shaken princess, gave a shocked look as he turned to her knight and gave a half bow, “it’s an honour to finally have met you”. The knight completely ignoring him, turned to the princess locking eyes with her and saying only, “until you need me, my lady” before quickly turning, drawing his sword and once more descending into the city crowd. She could only watch and lose sight, as the great doors closed, not knowing the fate of her knight, nor even his name.
Hmmmm . . . Room for following tales or not. A few minor wording issues (he wouldn't thrust her to her feet. But lift, elevate, raise.) overall, Very Well Done.
"Carry Me" While you sleep, dream of me I'll be keeping our memories Living in my heart and soul Waiting for the day When we will be together again Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above Where I know he's waiting for me Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above Take me away to the shining light Over the waves peaceful at night There among the stars glowing in the dark You watch over me Smiling down patiently Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above Where I know he's waiting for me Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above Where I know he's waiting for me Carry me to my love O'er the sea to the clouds above
what I like to think is, maybe this girl, say a Lady, has done something worthy of this scorn that she is getting. perhaps this knight might have suffered most from her actions, lost sibling or friends, so has every right to hate her. But his honor and eternal Faith compels him to do the Christian duty...forgive her and escort her to her trial. letting her proceed with the dignity of a noble. This is why she holds his arm. his kindness when she deserves it not, melts her stone heart. He then whispers that he forgives her, in which a single tear rolls down her cheek.
like there are womens who are envious cause of her pretty look and they call her a witch and want to burn her, but there is the one Knight who is taking she in his arms, and protect her. Cause they all are might less against a knight they let her go and in peace.
Dragon lord464 That's a really cool idea on it, but actually she has traits of an angel - and may actually be one - which is hated by the humans, so she was hated by her people, but her father, the king. The knight is Kain whose soul duty is to protect her.
Lady: leave me. You do your honor a disservice in protecting me Knight: good lady, what value is there in my honor if I do not protect the innocent, guard the weak and defend those who cannot defend themselves?
(WARNING: long heart touching story ) The dear queen of the once truly loved kingdom stepped outside to see the hated crowd forming in frond of the castle. Needing to leave the kingdom for the person that she wanted to marry but wasn't allowed to since it was the dear knight of the beautifull queen. And As She tried to make a way trough the crowd of angry villagers that knew if she would leave that there kingdom would shatter down and fade away in ashes, not looking up or around making eyecontact with any of the villagers the sensitive loved queen felt a horrible pain in her chest knowing the exact same thing, but she couldnt go back now anymore she was banned from the kingdom because of her stubbornness wanting to be with the one she truly loved and not a king.. just someone who got choosen for her, the dearest queen of all. She held her dress tightly and as she did she continued walking till suddenly one of the crowd started to trow rotten fruits at the beautifull queen out of madness, and as horrible as it was the rest of the crowed followed to do the exact same thing.. As sad and as terrible as the knight felt to see his love being treated like that and having to leave trough the angry crowd, and not being allowed to go with her as punishment for his done.. he ran up to her for the last possible thing he could do before she left. He trew his deep red cape around her and shield in frond so none of the rotten fruits would hit his sad loved one. as he leaded her to the gate of once her wonderfully loved kingdom, she looked up and smiled with tears in her eyes.. she held her hand on her loved once armor, and looked down again feeling the stinging pain of failture in life once again.. when they arrived at the end of everything.. she stood still and looked up at the knight and took carefully his helmet off seeing trough is fluffy black hair she wasnt the only one that had cried. he kept looking at her as he tried to smile with all his might. she stood on her toes and gave him her kiss for her first only and last time.. telling each other goodbye she stepped on her horse so white and left with pain and tears..... after years that the queen has left the kingdom has had what they thought that would happend, People were dying of hunger and sickness.. there was barely food and the kingdom was gray now a days, slowly people were leaving abd it got quick as water since the so evil needy king she needed to marry ruled, as all that have happend.. the knight stayed and thought every second of days in years of his love. worrying if she would be alright by now and if she already moved on happily.. He layed on his bed in sickness, knowing he will die soon in the state of missing her.. he said in tears... I Love You......... My Queen.. (Sorry if there are mistakes im dyslectic dont waste time making them right because i cant help it.. i tried my best to type it as good as i could i hope i didnt made too many mistakes and if its annoying you.. just leave Thank you❤ )
_The streets were lined with onlookers, the air was heavy with emotion; grief, anger, sadness, every one of their hard glares fell on the beautiful princess as she stepped out into the open. A small child stared, unable to understand why his mother was so upset. The princess was a war price; the only treasure the tyrant King had taken from his conquest of the neighbouring kingdom - and even though it was evident the public despised the princess, none of them dared to attack her for fear of punishment. The king had her sent out into the streets to be scorned by her captors people. She kept her head down, she did not deserve this._ "Devil!" _The word stung at her heart. Her beautiful features were covered with dirt, a result of the treatment she'd been subjected to in the castle dungeons; her long flowing dress, once sparkling like the stars at night, was tattered and torn. She wasn't a princess anymore; to the kingdom she'd been taken to, she was a prisoner. A rotten apple hit her back, she winced but did not flinch. A tomato, orange, cabbage. They threw everything they had at the foreign princess, shouting their insults at her._ _"I am not a demon." She said. Her words made the shouts cease for a single moment before another tomato struck her cheek. She wiped the rotten juice with a trembling hand. A shadow was suddenly cast above her. When she looked up, she saw the helmet of a knight; he held his thick cape around her, as if he were protecting a child. Shield raised to the offenders. "Don't you despise me?" She asked. Looking into the holes where his eyes were, she saw brilliant, lightning blue eyes, staring into her dark, mahogany brown ones._ _"M'lady, I dare not harm a maiden." He said. The other Knights screamed at his act, but he did not answer. He shielded her until the crowds departed. The sun shining on his armour gave the impression to her that sunlight was actually radiating from him; she bowed her head in thanks, cheeks streamed with tears. "Thank you, sir Knight." She said quietly. "But for your act, you'll be punished. I'm not worth loosing your rank over."_ _the knight brought her closer to himself, shielding her further from the onslaught of torment, "For me, my lady, protecting you is more important than any rank could ever be."_
Princess: "Go! You will be hated if you are with me." Knight: "Don't worry, princess. No matter the world even hates you. I swear I will keep looking after you and will never leave you. As your guardian, let me protect you. Let me stay by your side." Princess: "(cry) Please.. leave me..." Knight: "(smile)I refuse"
"He didn't say a word. I don't think he needed to. He understood that the crowd could never see her for what she is. He'd give his life to protect her; keep her safe. She loved him so, so much. She felt she could never repay him. Little did she know that even her smallest love was his greatest strength. So she was the only one he lifted his shield for. It was like tempering a blade- their hate was the fire; their love, the steel."
Wow, over 1.000.000 views. I'm happy you all love Eurielle's voice and music like I do. Thank you very much and again sorry for this awesome moving "paper" shield :) 2.000.000+. AWESOME :)
Epic Music World II If the cost of such beautiful video becomes making something in it look like paper, I pray for many more Paperworks of you yet to come. ♥
The music on these vids is remarkable, but it's the imagery that really brings it together. I find myself absolutely transfixed by what I see and hear. Truly magnificent work. Well done.
Her tears flowed as the people who once believed in her now jeered and scorned her. Soldiers who once swore fealty and loyalty now were absent. Standing alone before the unruly masses when the first produce was flung. While it landed near her the very act alone triggered the malcontent. Closing her eyes in defeat her heart crumbled. A clattering of movement near her called her attention an armor clad figure pushed through the crowd and rushed to her. Fearing that her time had come she braced herself for the strike. only to feel the coolness of shade upon her skin and the rustling of fabric behind her. Startled she opened her eyes and looked up to see the armored figure with shield raised standing beside her. it wasn't till she heard the rustling of fabric and the sounds of splattering that she realized he was standing with shield raised to block the thrown vegetables and his cape spread behind her to offer protection. Even among the jeering she heard his voice soft but firm in his resolution. "My Lady". She could feel his eyes upon her and with a gently hand she reached up to touch his chest plate her voice robbed from her by his act of protection. Deep down she knew now that no matter what came she would not face it alone. Her knight would stand by her side no matter the challenge. For the first time she felt truly safe.
Honestly, listening to the music and reading this is just beautiful, very well done. However I don't think that's what's going on in the picture :) Regardless this is amazing, you ever thought of being a writer?
The crowd's screams and shouts of hatred filled the air and caused the princess's heart to sting. "TRAITOR!" "FRAUD!" "DIE!" The princess silently grimaced and winced at the words of her people. She took a deep breath. Shaky and unsure. Then, she raised her head and calmly took her first step down the path. Although the guards did their best to contain the hatred and restless citizens, the continued to riot and yell and scream for retribution for the one who betrayed them. The world fell silent and only the painful words of her people echoed through her mind. Every step felt long and heavy, but she knew she could not show her pain nor her vulnerability as she raised her chin even higher while clenching her teeth. The first fruit was thrown. Before she could react, a red object had come into her peripheral view. She closed her eyes and braced for impact. However, the blow did not come. She slowly peeked and looked up, blinded by the light of the sun glistening off metal. Her eyes widened as their eyes met, and for a moment, the noise faded and it was just them. She looked down and closed her eyes before firmly turning her gaze up towards the man silently watching her. She firmly nodded and turned back towards her destination. With newfound confidence, she resumed her tread as the man beside her looked on with her, silently bearing her rotten trash and fruit being thrown at her. From a young age, this man had always been beside her, watching over her. Even in the darkest of times, she knew he was only a few steps behind, supporting her and caring for her, even though he could never express his feelings. She had never felt so safe and could feel her protector's warm and safe embrace as he shielded her with his cape and shield. Tears threatened to fill her eyes and she turned her head away in shame. Closing her eyes, gently pushed the man's arm shielding arm away. She softly and solemnly whispered, "please, go." However, he did not budge and, instead, let out a small laugh and slightly lowered and shook his head, smiling. "Never, princess."
I don't know why I am drawn to this so much. I think that this gives me hope that there is still love and good in the world. I don't think that the princess is evil, I think that she is doing the best she can and the townspeople don't think it is good enough. I don't see the knight as a love interest for her at this point, but possibly in the future. I think he is protecting the princess not because it's his job, but I believe that he knows that it is the right thing to protect her honor. He does not care for the opinions of the townspeople, it reminds me of a quote, "lions care not for the opinion of sheep". I think this fits perfectly with this picture. Sometimes doing what is right isn't the popular choice. I think that if there were more people like this in the world, it would be a much happier place. I do not think that this is a king or anyone from a royal family, I think this is the leader of the knights, a captain possibly? He is covering her in a layer of protection that none of the townspeople would dare try to break, the only thing they can do is throw food and stones. This gives me hope that there are people in this world who care for others and no only themselves. I admire this knight, he is showing bravery, kindness, compassion, and sympathy for the princess. I understand that nice guys finish last.....but there is a difference between a beta male who lets girls walk all over them, and a strong, authoritative man who will not allow things like this to continue. I do not know the story behind this picture, but I feel one thing is for certain, the knight is more of a man than any of the townspeople, and the princess looks defeated due to the fact that she is hated. Sometimes in life, you will be hated, it is unavoidable. But it takes a true kindhearted soul to stand against everyone else because it is the right thing to do. He will march on escorting the princess back to her castle, to safety, and no one will stand in his way.
That's a brilliant way to look at it. The knight protects the defeated woman through the crowd of injustice, not only because he loves her, but because it's his duty as a knight to protect the weak and those unable to defend themselves.. And the song just drives it all home. Truly a masterpiece imo.
I love how peoples comment unique Poetries in this type of Videos. Really love to read those poems along with Hearing the Songs. The vibe is something more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
The artist of the picture is WLOP, you can find him here on RUclips. This artwork is a piece of his comic called Ghostblade. It's definitely worth reading, even though it's not finished yet, his artworks are stunning :)
In a distant kingdom a king was arrogant and cruel, he did not care for his family or his people. For the only thing that grew in his cold heart was greed. This kingdom had both a prince and a princess. Twins they were. Though their personality were extremely different. The prince was as cruel as his father growing to mock the peasants and be a royal prat. And the princess was as kind as her dead mother. The princess was as a spring flower. Innocent and beautiful. A kind heart full of joy and pure as the sun. One day a terrible war occurred. And the cruel king left his walls to fight. That day the sun didn't shine, and no one could even see the blue sky that was covered in dark mist for the tragedy that was that battle thousands of men fighting in an open field that used to be green and now was drowned in blood and corpses the air was dark covered in dust when the King died and fell in battle. The enemy took his dead has a victory and they claimed the kingdom as their own. The enemy king, who's eyes where bright and his hair was dark, arrived at the castle and tried to find the heir prince, though no one knew where he was not even his own sister who cried in her room in fear and dispair. The king took pity on her fragile form and the day after crowned her Queen of her own people, but they had to pay and respect the enemy king as he was their emperor. And this wasn't taken lightly by the people. In the day of her coronation, after the Emperor crowned her, she was supposed to walk by herself all the way to the castle, but she was afraid of the people in front of her yelling at her like she was the most terrible thing in the world. "I cannot go. They hate me! They don't want me as their Queen, neither do I! " She said to the emperor as tears streamed down her beautiful face. "It doesn't matter what they think, the people will learn to respect you as their Queen and they will pay what is asked when they do!" The emperor told her with determination in his eyes. The princess and now Queen, was left with no choice, she had to walk by her people to show confidence and not fear, and so, if they wanted to kill her, so it would be. She joined all courage she had in her soul and heart and started to walk. The people yelled louder than ever and started to throw things such as fruit and rocks. She couldn't take it anymore she fell in her knees as the fruit and sometimes rocks hit her small and fragile body. She looked back at the Emperor who was laughing and mocking her state. And to her surprise one of the Emperor's Knights moved forward he had grey eyes and his dirty blond hair was straight and was tied in a bun. He had sharp cheekbones and jawline and a scar crossed his right eyebrow down to his eye and ended in the middle of his cheek. The princess had little time to admire him as he put his helmet on and walked towards her. The shock evident in the emperor's and the other knights was obvious. The knight helped the new Queen up and she asked " Why are you doing this?" "Because I do believe you can be a good Queen." He answered, his voice mature. " But your loyalty lies with the emperor, and yet here you are defining his command" She said He put his shield up with his left hand and held his red cape with his right hand shielding her form from the people. "My loyalty lies in what I find right through justice. It does not belong with a wicked emperor or a greedy king" She then looked at the ground and closed her eyes in shame as they walked. "Then your loyalty lies within your heart?" The knight moved his head to look at her through his helmet. " You could say so, yes." He answered. "Then you have a good heart, and it is in the right place" She said putting her hand gently in his chest and sliding to his arm. And her hand didn't left his arm until they walked all the way to the castle in a comfortable silence. And after that they maybe found in each other a good friendship or maybe something more... After all who knows where their hearts lied, if their hearts were in the right place then surely it would lead to each other, and a beautiful story of love and justice... Of courage and purity... Of loyalty and innocence. The end! Maybe I should do a book on wattpad about this... Hmm I'm not sure...tell me if you think I should... It would be my first
The young princess walked down the once brilliant marble steps of the palace entrance. As she descended she thought about all the pain and suffering that lead to this point and her face welled with overwhelming sadness. When she finally reached the last step, She stopped and looked out to the mob of commoners and nobles alike joined in there hatred for her father, the king descended in to madness. She was confident they would not kill her, for she had tried her best to provide what her father refused to give, but she was scared. For this was her last chance, her final hope to convince her people to spare the king and to quell their fiery rage before it burned the kingdom down. She opened her mouth to speak when something smashed into the ground infront of her and an vocie rung out in the silence like the first battle cry of war "Get Out of the way!" And like that, the mob roared, throwing curses and anything they could find her way. She held up her arm to try and protect herself for she knew no one would. But as she waited for the enviable pain, nothing came. She looked up to see the last loyal Knight to her, shielding her from the onslaught. She had ordered him to protect her father, but she knew he hated him just as much the people. The loyal Knight motioned for the Princess to get closer so he could escort her away from here. Reluctantly she moved under his arm behind the protection of his cape. As they walked the Princess looked down to stone street her last chance, her final hope snuffed out like a candle to a wild fire.
A young royal, once beloved by her people, shunned and scorned and ripped apart from her people. She has fallen out of their favor even though she has done everything she ever could to protect and love them and to earn their love and protection in return. It was never enough. She cried now for her lost world of beauty and love, and for the suffering her people have brought upon themselves with the evil they are now doing to each other. She walks down the street, her shoulders back, her chin held high, trying to ignore the shouts and jeers of the crowd around her. Inside, she is terrified and heartbroken. Out of nowhere, a man appears at her side, dressed like the knights of the king once did. Without a word, he raises his shield and his cloak, cocooning her in his protection. She is eternally grateful that one man, at least, sees the girl, not the crown.
Girl: What good is nobility if you’re only able to make decisions everyone hates? Knight: My lady, someone has to make the decisions no one else wants to. I think you’re doing fine. Wisdom comes with age. Girl: You always know what to say, even the day I was almost killed. Please never leave. Knight: My lady, it is my duty til death to protect you
Very nice. Only suggestion: it could be his Pleasure not his Duty to serve. (It is my pleasure to serve my Queen until the day I die) Along these lines. ((I've seen several wanna be writers here. If you are not one, pls ignore this post))
"I can't... I can't do that." She stuttered, trembling by the mere sign of the crowd expecting her. The queen was holding herself like a child and looked desperate to the court. None of the aristocrats steeped forward... none, but one. "You can." His words were as hard as his armor. "You must... your majesty." She snuffled, fighting the tears, but still... he made her smile. "You always stood by me, when no one else did. You even call me queen, though I lost everything. My empire, my people... even myself." He raised his hand to fundle her face. "Then tell me... which girl with nothing to be called her own... has such a magnificent dress?" She laughed. She couldn't resist. Maybe she was just some silly girl, but he was right. There was something belonging to her. It was not the man, the knight himself... no... it was his love... not like a lover or a servant... it was a true and honest love of a loyal friend. One who followed her through joy and sorrow and never abandoned his mission to stay at her side... though no one else would. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was childish... but in this moment she knew - with him at her side - there was nothing she could not accomplish. Also she has to give up on everything... her land, her people, her pride. She just couldn't help it and looked down. "I know what you are thinking." His words were like a tower of strength, while he was standing right beside her, while his cloak covered her. "But do not fear, my fair lady... you did the right thing. Maybe not all of them will see it, but they will understand it in time. Until then, I am here. I will protect you, not matter what." "How can you say that? How can you stand here and forget the pride for your land and the love for your people?" Even from this distance she could hear the crowd, yelling in pain and anger... the response of her actions. "You saved them... everyone...every child, every woman, every men will live... because of you. You ask for my pride? Burn it! I don't need my pride to protect my people. You ask for the love for my people? I will always love them, the same way I love you. Nothing could stop that desire of mine." His fatherly voice made her raise her hand to put it on his shoulders. "Even if your right, what then? I still..." She suddenly stopped talking, but continued after a deep breath. "I still have to marry that... that beast, this monster." Her voice became furios, she had to remember the cruelty and unscrupulousness of that men... how he enslaved her people and her land for so long. She couldn't do anything after her brother died honourable on the field and her father succumb to a desease... her mother was already gone, killed by her birth. The only way to save everyone from the madness within this demon was to surrender. Of course, no one understand, they just felt betrayed, not knowing the fear of war or the burden she has to bear. She plumbed the depths of despair, she was beginning to question her decision. The voice of a raising shield woke her. "Do not worry, my queen. You will survive and you will carry on. I have faith in you. You are stronger than you think. I understand how hard it must be, but I will always support you with all my strength." She closed her eyes and grabbed her dress. "And with all my heart I thank you for that, this is more meaningful to me than everything else." "I know." It wasn't a realisation, it was just a mere fact he put out. He bowed his head. "Now... are you ready?" "No..." She stumbled. "... but still, I will go!" Together they stepped forward, leaving the court to face the screaming crowd... and to meet her future husband. (I always wanted to write down the story I see behind this song and picture... like if you like my version and interpretation that might be a little different ^^ And excuse my bad english XD)
A knight in the crowd rushes to defend an unwanted monarch. His dedication will mark him a traitor to the people, but he could not care less, for he only seeks the gratefulness in her eyes.
with the situation on the society now with the Feminazis and shit, i don't think there is a good men anymore that uphold the same code. you're a Lucky girl if you find one of them because there is only 1 in a million
@@MinkyTwats I agree, I used to be a feminist but now I'm not. I don't think men are trash, we are both really as bad as each other as society has made us.
Such a beautiful image. A noble knight protecting his lady against those who would dare threaten her. And yet she still stands before the crowed that does indeed wish her harm... but why?
Well the knight has Europese armor on him, and the people on the background and the building as well look like they are based on Jerusalem, so maybe they are mad because of the endless fighting?
I found this song in February of last year, just before the world shut down and changed forever. I sincerely want to thank Eurielle for making this absolute masterpiece and for EMW for giving it exposure. It's been hard for me as it has been for many, but this song is just so beautiful to me and brings me back to a better and happier time. That, and it reminds me of my best friend in the world, who I dedicate this song to. Thank you for carrying me with music. May it touch others like it has touched me. P.S. I love all of the stories that have been written in the comments.
Thank you for all your lovely comments everyone! Eurielle x
you are not she, but yes, she sings very nice
EURIELLE okey okey, im sorry, its difficult to believe people in internet, but i believe you. In that case, im glad to hear you! Just keep doing this art. :)
+Nathan Hood Trust me, I really haven't got the time to go around pretending to be someone else, or the desire for that matter! Glad you like my song though, thank you :) Eurielle
+Nathan Hood I can confirm it too. It is here. :)
Epic Music World II thanks for your words, and thank u for your channel too.
The wallpaper has a story on its own, it is called ‘GhostBlade’. Truly the most beautiful comic I’ve ever seen.
Beautiful comic!
K L what’s it about?
Thank you for the information❤
Thank you
Thanks
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but this one tells a whole story.
CruelWarren13 Bro you just gave me an idea for the smoothest lime ever, thanks!
OmO
Nice line.
CruelWarren13
Several, if the comments are anything to go off of.
True beautiful picture
Sage words my friend.
Through action, a man becomes a hero
Through death, a hero becomes a legend
Through time, a legend becomes a myth
And by learning from the Myth, a Man takes action
*THAT* WAS INSPIRING !
Where does it come from ? O.O
@@uMaud From my mind to yours
Cool line
so fucking true ,
This is not original
16 Million Views!!! Love you all for helping my song to reach this new milestone, and of course EMW for uploading it in the first place ❤️...
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That says that depute being a song older from other of your work, you had great talent even then; and developed even more as the time goes on. Best wishes!
i like this kind music like your ones to
😍❤️love from india ....
This is my faveourite..
11 Million Views!!! Thank you for listening everyone!!!
This song is wonderful
I know im not the only one that
Thinks she is too Underrated
Too much of This talent
Your Voice might not beat others
But your Song creation will
You should be singing in some World class Series something like that
You legit hit my heart
EURIELLE this song is just jaw dropping
For Demacia we shall.
amazing song!
Wow, 5 Million Views! I honestly never thought that one of my songs would achieve this on RUclips; thank you all so much, and of course to Epic Music World again for sharing it. Eurielle x
♥
1 million of these are mine :D you are really talented tho ♥
What do you expect when you make a perfect song?
All of this is amazing! I can't stop listening to this one, but I think Hate Me might be my all time favorite. I love it so much!
This is literally my go to when i'm stress and i'm looking to relax and center myself. Your the best thank you!
15 Million Views!!! Thank you to everyone listening, and to EMW again for giving my music such awesome exposure and support!!!
I agree it’s a really great song
You deserve that, very nice song
The most wonderfull voice in the world. I must return to your music every week. it's soo beautifull
It’s great to see you here lol. Beautiful song! ❤️
You deserve. This music just got me emotional, it's really beautiful
20 Million Views!!! One of the biggest milestones in my career so far. Thank you so much to everyone who has watched this, and again to Epic Music World for uploading it in the first place ❤.
You deserve a 100 million views at the very least.
Some of us can't help coming back to this song every so often 😭 Too good.
This song is fantastic, the vocals are something special. Gave me some extra ideas for the book I'm writing. :)
It's impressive. I'm glad RUclips recommended me it, because I wouldn't find it on my own.
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Been listening to this song for years now, oh God hove I love it every time I return! True masterpiece that takes your thoughts to some magical, fantastical world.
By order of the king, a captured princess from the enemy kingdom was forced into the streets to suffer a public display of defeat and to represent a fallen empire. The whole atmosphere was hate, laughter, profanity, and the mockery from the villagers and soldiers around her as they threw rubbish with the intentions to strike her beautiful face. The princess could no longer be brave, for she lowered her head in shame as she began to weep and fall to her knees in brokenness. From the distance, a knight watched her cry. He knew her when they were children long ago, alowed to play together because of their high class that used to be so similar, until he stooped to become a knight to her enemy. He remembered when he would push her and make her cry because she was a girl and girls easily cry. This very knight, that aided the conquering of her empire and hated her existence in the past years ago, realized that she was just a girl who did not deserve a fate like this. It only took one step to silence the king's mockings as the warrior marched toward her. The princess felt a metal hand gently lift her by the arm from her knees and felt a shadow cool her from the sweltering sun. She kept her head low but managed to lift her eyes to see an enemy using his shield and cape to protect her from the rot being cast upon her. Not knowing how, she remembered who this metal-masked warrior was and she felt that he was no longer a rival to her.
The villagers were in an uproar and the rubbish increased as it was thrown at the unlikely pair, but The only ones silent were the fellow knights, the king, and the princess and her protector. He looked down at the child, nearly the same age as he, and purposed in his heart that he would do everything he could to protect her with his life. Suddenly, he shivered as he felt her hand press against his arm in gratitude as they slowly walked through the street together, displaying not a symbol of defeat, but of friendship.
That was beautiful :’-)
Stevi Caviness i love this!!!
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Gay
Touching.
As I look at this picture a remember a saying “A strong man stands for himself, a stronger man stands up for others”
Now i'm having Barnyard flashbacks and i'm gonna start crying
Women's can be knight same as boys
@@facelessgirl4731 Don't rant your feminist ideology here.
@@facelessgirl4731 Women were never knights...(it's true)
Knight: ok my queen, i let you walk alone between this crowd, you are a strong woman and you needn't a man to protect you.
Crowd: kill her.
Her: bro wtf, you your job was protect me, maleness only kill us.
Knight: -.-
17 Million Views!!! Woohoo!!!
To hotty beat so fire
Of course! It's a true masterpiece! Everything invokes such beauty, and the song and image we see work hand in hand like two compatible puzzle pieces. I'll listen to this on repeats and lose count because I just don't think of that listening to this.
ugh how many times do you want to comment 1 video
Eveeeeet
Congrats 😉
I have never realised how many talented and gifted humans they are in this world until now
Sure there is
Please don't kill us AI
How can something be this good
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7 Billion is alot. Even a 1% talented is still in the millions. But only 0.001% is truly gifted and less than that is almost breaking the balance which made them casted away by people an anomaly.
if the people in the comments section don’t become famous worldwide authors with bestselling books I’m ready to throw hands
Edit [05/29/20] : I’ve read the replies, and it’s really admiring and exciting to see so many of you being gifted in the art of language! Don’t ever stop being passionate about writing, no matter what, it’s your gift! I believe in you and that you can achieve your goals one day. Even a small step a day counts! :)
I'm right there with you.
I'll start flipping tables.
i am also right there with u... with song and stories and with one picture u can make anything imaginable
we used to watch movies instead of reading them but this my friends is a something looking for
@Sarah Maldonado really xD
@Sarah Maldonado i am glad to hear that
the crowd is relentless,
they blame her for their suffering,
yet you know better,
you know she is merely a child at heart,
with the weight of a whole kingdom on her shoulders,
her 'council' are to blame. their greed almost doomed the kingdom she rules over,
"she does not deserve this" you utter,
you almost don't feel yourself doing it,
running at her,
raising your shield against the mobs rotten vegetables and stones,
like it was dictated by the gods that you were to be her shield,
her bastion of hope,
she looks up at you
her eyes watered from the shame she is enduring
yet she manages to force a smile,
a smile of gratitude,
like she was begging someone to save her,
and it appears,
she saw your smile through your visor,
making her even less distraught.
Crazyspadger360 that brought tears to my eyes...
awesome
+Derek Same
Crazyspadger360 would love to read a story like that
Crazyspadger360 dude make a story niece job
"We may speak different language" "but music is a language that all people understand"
Love from Mauritius.🇲🇺
Beautiful, love from the world 🔥🌹❣
Technoblade: "Tommy, what you're doing wrong is that you're using words....The thing about this world, is that the only universal language is Violence. And we had that conversation. In the pit."
Not sure if he said it like this. But I thought I'd share it since we speak about universal languiges dknxnd
@@nansifyanimations well then if violence is the universal language it means that everyone must use violence to communicate with each other but there is another universal language that is understood by all living beings and that language is much stronger than violence and the name of this universal language is love :)
@@BFIRE98 Mhm. Yes it is :))) I just said Techno's words from the dream smp :")))
"All people" well... and what do you define as music is also a question itself.
wow the picture is powerful as hell
I know right!
Tyler Bunty You should read the comic "ghostblade" the artist is amazing
Tyler Bunty that picture really got to me
Don Cossack same here
It's from ghost blade! I wish the channel would give props cuz the guy who makes the comic deserves it
Got inspired by all the beautiful stories written below and wanted to give it a shot myself. Hope it's good.
The princess lowers her head as she walks in between the roaring crowd, doing her best to block out their insults and jeers. "WENCH!" one cried out. "PRETENDER!" "WITCH!" "MURDERER!" others yell as they throw rotten produce at her.
One manages to hit her on the cheek, and she does her best not to cry out despite the pain. She braces for more impacts but the next thing she felt surprises her.
A gentle wiping sensation as an armored hand softly wipes the rotten tomato from her cheek with his cloak before the knight raises his shield and body to protect her left and the cloak he used to clean her cheek to protect her right.
"Why?" She manages to choke out. "Why are you doing this, despite what they say I have done?"
"Because you are my lady, " was the knights response. "And you do not deserve this."
"Are you not aware you will be banished as well?"
The knight continues to look forward, occasionally angling his shield to deflect an incoming projectile as he wraps the princess closer, partly to shield her better but mostly to reassure her. "I am well aware, my lady. And if that is the price for doing the right thing, then I will gladly pay it."
The princess could feel her cheeks burn, though, not from the tomato that hit her earlier. And for once since the death of her father, she allowed a tear to fall as her servant, nay, her only friend and protector lead her out of harms way.
Niskara wow!
I like it well done
I see this being made into good series / Anime / film. Pls made a fan-made book
Niskara um I’m cry now thanks
I love this. But it takes another feeling when you realize the Knight is a woman :) look at the breastplate
"I am neither an angel, nor a knight in shining armor. But even if heaven says unto me 'it's time for you to leave', I will never let you walk the storm alone"
Yunan Klaus that was beautiful
Oh god, I honestly teared up 😢
damn...
Dude!!
Friggin awesome quote
"Judge her at your own risk, for I will defend her till death." Would probably be the picture in the simplest terms, but this tells a whole lot more of a story, and it's beautiful.
Man... That hits home. I've even had to defend my love, from my "family", and I wouldn't think twice, about defending her with my last breath.
13 Million Views - thank you everyone!!!
Your voice is beautiful! It compliments this art very well
Your songs give me chills *thinking I'm in the medieval army, before charging on the enemy*
EURIELLE, Your voice is very, very beatifull!!!! I love it!!!
gracias a ti
Those views are much deserved
A Knight is sworn to valor
His heart knows only virtue
His blade defends the helpless
His might upholds the weak
His words speaks only truth
His wrath undoes the wicked
A true Knight will up hold the code
(Code from dragon heart I assume)
Very Nice
chivalry is still here. the same way the ocean is still here. it depends on the choice of the individual to immerse themselves in it.
@@mangoboy3367 He'll ya
@@mangoboy3367 Agreed. It is not dead, nor will it ever die. Even before the official rules were written, the concept and ideals have existed in the hearts of men from the dawn of civilization.
They were young then, too young to be adults yet too old to be children. The two young teens laughed in light of the summer sun. The boy picked a flower and placed it in her hand. Her hand gently touched in order to see what her eyes could not. She smiled as she felt the soft petals in her hand the sweet fragrance that permeated her nose. The boy's eyes grew saddened as she asked him what she was holding, "They're forget-me-nots." he answered, "They're beautiful, just like you." The girl giggled she held the flower against her cheek, feeling the delicate petals caress her cheek. "Soon, I will leave. To become a knight." The girl seemed to wilt at his statement. "Why?" she asked, "Why must you be a knight?" The boy simply knelt in front of her and held her hands. "So I'll be able to protect my princess." She gave a sad laugh, "What kind of princess am I, if I can't even see." The boy only held onto her hands tighter. "The one that matters to me."
As the years passed the kingdom that they reside in had descended into chaos. Anger among the citizens as their king had ruled them unjustly, hoarding all the gold for himself and leaving the people to starve. It was to be seen that the citizens had risen up and stormed the castle. Murdering the king in anger as he had showed no remorse for letting them starve. What was left of the royal family was the blind princess of the former king. Taking pity on the blind girl they exiled her, never will she be able to take a step in her home again.
She could see nothing as she was leaving the kingdom with nothing but the clothes on her back and the crown of blue forget-me-nots that rested upon her head. Yet she could hear the yells of hatred towards her and her family, she could feel the pain of the rotten food that was being thrown at her. She only kept her head down as she had nothing to say to them as she walked in the light of the summer sun. When she didn't feel the pain of food being thrown at her, she lifted her hand to feel that there was a figure standing by her, shielding her from the crowd's hatred. "Do not cry, my princess." The knight that stood with his shield held high, "I will always protect you." He took a flower from her crown gently caressed its petals against her cheek. "that's why I became a knight after all." Happiness bloomed in her chest as the return of the one she loved came back to her. "Where shall we go, my princess" he asked her. She answered with only one sentence. "Away from here, with you by my side, my love."
"As you wish."
I'm in love with this story. You are an excellent writer
Princess : where have you been?
Knight: ?
Knight: JERUSALEM!!, bye bye princess
Good story
Very nice Mugetsu¡
U made me cry for real
“I’ve got a jar of dirt”
- Jack Sparrow
"Thats Captain Jack Sparrow to you"
-Captain Jack Sparrow
Omg hahaha really bruh iv got a jar of gold now come and get it hehehe😂😂
@@kek397 pfffff ff hahahaha funny guys
And I know what’s inside it
Fun fact: that wasn’t scripted in the movie. That was Johnny Depp improvising because he forgot his lines, and that was everyone’s actual reactions🙂
He did not come to judge. He did not come to teach. He did not come to doubt. He came to protect and serve. That is the life of a gentleman.
*Tips Helmet*
M'Princes
Till Death
Sage words my friend. An example we should all aspire to.
Ya too bad almost no men are like that now.
Madelyn Castoe that and many think that “being a gentleman” means they deserve something in return. You deny them that and bye bye gentleman persona
The most profound statement to me is the decision of the warrior. He's menacing, and well equipped. Able to hold a greatshield with only his hand. He towers above the woman. If his main emotion was anger or disgust at the crowd, he could make them pay for it with ease. Instead, his urge is to protect. To stand as an example of peace, and vigilance. It is duty and honor that motivate him. He may not even agree with the woman. It is possible that he is merely carrying out the work he was trained for. But he still does it.
That's the true meaning of a knight back then. Or at least it was supposed to be.
No it's not just that he has honour and loves her despite everybody's opinion that she is a witch destined to carry out the bad decisions of her father but this was just a bad time he knew she could do better and was a magnificent queen.
Well said my friend
Thank you, finally someone talking about the character and not inventing some princess stories we have all already read.
This is my favorite interpretation.
As the shield thudded and bent under the oppressive volley, barely audible above the jeers of the crowd, the small girl glanced at the ground in shame, her hazel eyes skimming over the debris thrown not only her, but her protector. She saved the warrior's life with her magic, and so many more, yet the village cast her out, screeching "Witch! Witch!" with every step. She gripped her gown tightly, not only to avoid the broken bottles that laid on the cobblestone, but out of raw, unbridled fear. The mountain of a man next to her shifted slightly, feeling her emotions the way only someone in love can. Through his helm, his piercing blue eyes flitted to her, and his honey-smooth voice, deeper than the pit in the woman's heart that he hoped to fill, resonated in his steely coating, protecting him from the blows of the villagers, but alas, also from her touch. "Fear not, my lady. I'm here for you. I always will be". As her fingertips brushed against his arm, glancing off of the molded steel, the pair were filled with a warmth only attributed to only one feeling. A sense of hope. A sense of purpose...
Throughout the hardships and tribulations, throughout the long journey to the Warrior's mountain home, he kept his word. Through solace they found peace. Through peace they found comfort.
Through comfort they found love.
As seasons turned to years, a child was born. A boy, as strong as his father and bestowed with his mother's gifts. With his birth, the newly appointed parents made that same vow to the infant, staring up at them with aqua eyes speckled with brown, his father's reassuring grin playing on his lips....
"Fear not, little one. We're here for you. We always will be..."
*claps loudly*
I swear, you should make this a short story or novel (if possible). Call it "The Carrier" based of this song (Carry me). Over the course of the story, they continue to debate who has truly carried who throughout the journey. Eventually, they realized they carried each other. PLEASE!! That'd be amazing!
Lol Smellbob never knew jason was such a magical story teller
😍😍😍😍😍
Lol Smellbob beautiful.
How could anyone dislike this music? Her voice is angelic.
Autotune
Ignoring the other replies in this comment. Dude you are right
Being a simp isn’t rewarding anymore
The mid-born daughter of a king, hated by her peers. Protected by a once great knight who fell from grace to defend the innocent girl he watched be torn down day by day. Her family using her as a scapegoat for their failure to protect their citizens. The royal knight captain defended her and was sent away with her.
Rumor spread of how the princess laid with many men and caused the captain to abandon his post for her, leading to the burning of many villages. The two bore the dishonor and left the throne room solemnly, the princess' family turning away from her as the doors closed behind.
"Traitor!" "Adulterer!" "Fool!"
The citizens' voices rang out as items and food were thrown at the two.
Raising his tower shield and holding his cloak around the girl's frame, the knight silently protected her as they walked through the city.
As the tormenting words grew harsher and the debris grew more dangerous, the girl rested her hand on the knight's arm and asked..
"Why do you protect me sir knight..?"
The knight does not falter in his defense as he glances down at her.
"A knight is sworn to defend the honor of the royal family..i serve no man that dares betray a young girl for political gain."
He states plainly, nothing but devotion in his words.
"You were a wonderful child, and are now a wonderful young woman. If the corrupted king wishes to destroy his one pure daughter, then he shall protect his kingdom without his one true knight. "
The two fade into the distance after passing the gates, the other knights mocking them as they passed.
Weeks later, the kingdom was finally besieged by the neighboring nation. The royal family overthrown and executed for crimes against it's people.
Y'all, let me just say this. We have some incredible story writers in the comment section.
I like your name ;) 😉 (Wink) and yeah i agree
You got no yams army
You got no yams armys everywhere👍
who?
You got no yams ur icon is going to chase me in my dreams
As soon as she steps outside, she sees the masses of crowds, shouting and screaming abuse at her. "MURDERER!" They shout, "LIAR!" "TRAITOR!" She continues to walk slowly. "This was it. This was the end." She thinks to herself, a single tear falling onto her white cheek. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, she looks up, a parting in the crowds to her right had formed and a dark figure made their way towards her. As he gets closer, she sees that he is carrying a sword and shield. A knight. She bows her head as she readies herself to meet her end. A few seconds pass and still nothing. She opens her eyes. The knight was stood over her, his blood red cape draped over her. "B-but why?" She stammers, tears falling uncontrollably now. "Because, my lady, I know the truth, I know you are indeed as delicate and beautiful on the inside as you look on the outside." She looks up at him, trying to make eye contact, but his face is completely covered with his helmet. She raises her hand and rests it on his suit of armour as they start to walk off into the sunset. Him by her side. Every step of the way.
WOW! that is the most accurate of the narrations that can represent the image of this video, BRAVO! Congratulations! YOU if you have talent and the gift of a true troubadour!
Aww, I love it
Valentina Elsukov u deserve more likes
Best explination of this song that I have heard so far
Incredibly well said, the poetry in this sent chills down my spine.
“Oh you look sad today......”
“I’m sad everyday.....I just don’t have the energy to hide it today”
Crap the FBI is here must go now
@@knightir4636
What broughteth the FBI to thy’s home sir knight?
@@knightir4636 reveal thy search history
I know that this is not the right interpretation but whe ever I see this I think of this...
The towns people soon became enraged with the young princess, blaming her for everything her evil Father, the king had put them through. No matter what apologies she could offer, the people were relentless. They wanted her dead, and she knew it. While they were still shouting there threats of death, an armor clad warrior ran to the front of the crowd. The people assumed that he was going to kill her, the reason being that her father had sent the knights father off to his tragic death. The maiden, tears of shame and sorrow spilling from her eyes across her pale skin, embraced herself for the cold blow, her head held in her small hands, ice white hair spilling over her forehead. Instead of feeling the burn of pain, she felt a comforting coolness as the Sun was blocked from her and a heavy cloth rest on her tired shoulders. She looked up to see the noble warrior standing over her protectively. He had his shield raised over them and the cries of the people had stopped for a while, and then erupted in pure hatered for both of them. She rose to her feet and placed a gentle had on his shoulder, "Go," she said in a whisper,"I wish not to bring you to this humiliation my knight." He did not move as the rotten products and stones pelted his armor, "I pled my life to you my lady, a thousand armies could not move me from your side my princess, this is your fathers doing, and I will stay and bare this burden with you very breath you draw from your lips and every stride you take. My shield will protect only you, my sword only fights for you, my heart beats for you my lady." He drew her in closer and they walked together, away from the angry shouts and threats, him holding his shield over her.
she's cersei.. xD
Lisa LeBoeuf that was fucking amazing
Lisa LeBoeuf 😱 BEAUTIFUL
Ngl way too cliche ^^'
Dude thats awesome-- u should wright a book
"Traitor!" "Murderer!" "Death to the Queen!" The people's cries carried through the courtyard. Her fate decided. Because of her father's murderous way's, she was deemed a traitor and was to be executed for the fall and fail of the kingdom. Thousands of her people had been murdered maliciously. "They didn't have to die. They shouldn't have." The Queen said sadly, staring out the dungeon window to the rioting crowd that had gathered. "My Lady forgive me." She turned towards her lady in waiting with tear filled eyes as knights appeared behind her. "No please she's innocent!" The Queen begged, her own tears falling freely. The knight forced her back into her cell, as they drug her lady in waiting away to meet her own fate. The king had been withholding food and money from his people, dooming thousands of innocent men, women, and children to their death all the while his plan to consume as much power and wealth was being done. With the fall of the kingdom, the angry and hurt people looked for justice. The people had overtaken then castle, and soon the kingdom fell at their feet. Now as the Queen watched her maid and friend walk to her death, tears threaten to fall from her own cheeks but she wouldn't allow the people to see her defeat. Shoulder's set straight back, in her trained grace, she would accept her fate for her people. They weren't willing to let her find a solution that should have been made long before, they weren't ready to forgive. They wanted justice and blood. Today would be the day she would give her people what they wanted most, and ultimately freeing herself from years of deceit. The knights each took one of her arms, preventing an escape as they lead her through the halls to the opening of the courtyard. "It is time to face your sentence." The knight to her left said solemnly. "I am ready. My people need justice and I need to be free from my father's sins." The Queen walked slowly, each step feeling as though her legs were made of lead. "Murderer!" "Bitch!" Screams echoed through the courtyard, but still her stood tall and strong. The rioting crowd, unhappy with her strong, and unwavering demeanor, began trowing the rotten food her father had only allowed them, and trash at her. Still she stood strong, unwilling to break now. She had to remain strong up until the very end. If nothing else of what she had long been taught, was strength to the very end. Now facing thee gallows in front of her, she could feel her strength slipping. Something sharp hit her then, suddenly, knocking her from her feet. As her hands and arms collided with the cobblestone, the first hints of blood appearing on her palms and the backs of her arms. "Forgive me for his sins. I knew to late." She cried as the tears she so fiercely tried to hide now fell. She held her eyes shut tight, wishing for her death to be quick and painless, though she didn't deserve it.
Shade instantly cooled her back, as her sad eyes looked up to see the lone knight kneel beside her. He extended his hand to her and helped her up. As she got to her feet, his cape blocked her from behind as he rose his shield to protect her from the trash being thrown. She looked at him sadly, not understanding. "Why..why would you protect me after all the sins I should pay for?" She cried. The knight looked let out a small laugh. "My Lady, my duty is to protect the innocent, and you are innocent in your father's sins." She placed her frail hand on the forearm of his armor as her tears fell again, this time in shame. "Please don't. I deserve this. My father destroyed this kingdom. Destroyed our people, and I must give them justice." The knight stopped walking, as the screams around them fell silent. Everything seeming frozen time. The other knights stood frozen in awe at the sight. "My Lady these people need compassion and love from a great Queen. They have been done wrong and are now fueled by hate and fear. Show them you are meant to wear the crown upon your head. Prove to them that your father's sins don't end with you." Guilt flooded her face at the realization she should have done that sooner. "I believe the time to try and prove to my people, is over and gone. My fate has been decided." Standing now at the foot of the gallows the Queen swallowed hard, as she looked to her knight then turned to face her people. The brave knight lowered his cape and stood strong behind her. She addressed her people one last time with all of her heart, full of promise, and compassion they had long since been robbed of. For the first time the people stopped screaming, and listened with open ears. Slowly they lowered their trash filled hands, as the Queen turned to face her brave knight once again. He knelt at her feet, drawing his sword. "Remove your helmet my brave knight." He did as she requested, as her breathing hitched. All those many times of hiding in the garden with the young boy who dreamed of being a knight, but forbidden because of their differences in class. Her first crush and love was the very knight that protected her on her final walk. Their love had always been forbidden, now he had saved her from a cruel fate. "My Lady, my heart has always been there to protect you, even when our love was forbidden. I vowed once to always protect you, and I still hold my honor to that commitment." She gently took his sword, tapping each shoulder, then as he stood to his feet, she placed it back in his hands. "Honor your commitment to me and your people." She smiled as she removed her crown, placing it on his head, and moved to the platform. The knight followed her and stood in front of her. Taking the Queen's face in his hands, he kissed her passionately, then stepped back. She knew to late of her father's sins, but even after convincing her people and promising peace and change, still accepted her fate from the gallows because in her death brought freedom and a king who brought a heart of pure love and compassion that had been showed upon her. The knight, turned king, turned his head as a single tear fell from his cheek as the once Queen's justice was served. He told her to late that his love was for her; but as a proper and Perfect Queen would she set herself free, giving all she had to her people. Now promising to lead and be the King they needed, he would accept his new role, in her honor.
Consider writing a book bro?
@@silvertemplar8061 I'm actually trying...i have a few finished stories posted online. Thnks
Bro this is actually amazing ong. Dont forget me when you famous my dude lmao
Damm that was good
Incredibly creative dude, any links to your writing?
A true knight never fails in carrying out his duty, honor, courage, protection of others and maybe, just maybe a little bit of glory.
AIDS
You don' t wanna know how a real knight was....
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oh you are still here :)
Yes, ma'am
What do you do for a living?
love you
Your voice is beautiful😭
This is the kind of guy I love : a harsh outside of steel and and a warm and kind inside. protecting the one he loves. lifting his shield and cape.
Sadly though, the ones like that are becoming more and more scarce, some even being cast aside almost entirely
i see the knight as an escort and the female as some princess or other person high in royalty, i dont think there is a relationship there
I kind of am like that.
Gabrieloakk You are right, and those of us left, are beginning to change ourselves. in my case it's becoming more like a harsh outside of steel, and cruel and cold inside as well.
Nice guys finish last, or never for that matter...
"Such a farse." Breathed a heavy, yet warm hearted voice that revealed lingering shards of sympathy. Such a voice filled the air, taken from the shielded lips of an armored protector, who guided the dainty steps of a maiden made of silk diamonds worth more than any amount of gold.
The fair lady gave him gentle gazes, entrusting his guidance passed a roaring crowd of existences who barked, spat, and scoffed at the display of her being provided with security. But they knew only so much... and indeed, they only knew little of the reason for her continued protection.
"They'll have your head for this, you know..." her accent laced words, coated with concern yet firmly held appreciation traced reminders into the knight's ears. And yet the knight in mention allowed himself to chuckle, keeping a raised arm and hand attached to the crimson stitching of a cape that blocked the princess from view.
"My lady... I would rather die from carrying you to freedom with hands as bare as ones that wear no armor, than to stand idly by and bask in the harsh spill of brigading onslaught bestowed upon your butterfly features from our people." He spoke words dripped in truth. "My duty has been but a dull one, for I have done no more than stand around for lengthy time and wait for reasons to protect." He continued to dribble phrases, before his helmet turned to stare at the young female. The drumming of yells and spews of disagreement from all around them grew abruptly muffled and of no importance.
"... I now have a reason."
the more I look into the comments, the more beautiful stories I find. I thank you for this story.
Wow. That is well-done written. I appraise you!
I have to get me musket.
I read that as “such a fart.”
@@colin-kun3611 Thank you !
I just realised that the Princess shown in the art is an elf.
An Elven Princess was taken as prisoner of war to the capital city of the Kingdom ruled by humans, humans that the elves had once enslaved and persecuted. Naive and sheltered, the Princess had no inkling of the cycle of hate that wrought the hearts of the humans whom she thought were only fables under the protection of her Elven home.
She was paraded like a trophy, a symbol of oppression, a symbol of a time she could not even recall, a time where she was not even born.
'SAVAGE!' They called her as they threw precious food to her being, to emulate the times when the Elves had made farmers out of scholars, had made scullions of Kings.
She felt the humiliation, the oppressive aura that the slaves must have felt back in the old days. During the parade, she begun to empathise with the old slaves, those humans who were deemed as savages by their more elegant counterparts.
But she cried... Cried for herself. For was she not an innocent? A girl who had once dreamt of peace and thought the world was filled with love and smiling faces. That was before she tasted the bitter taste of war, the bitter taste of a parent giving away their sixth daughter as a peace offering to their now much stronger enemy. That was what she was, a mere object to be traded for political power, for that was the fate of a Princess.
But then, a man appeared. His gleaming armor splattered with the red pulp of a tomato, it resembled blood on a warrior knight's armor. But his eyes, the only flesh visible upon his person, was kind and sympathetic. He shielded her from the pulps, from the angry crowd and the shame.
His voice rose above the crowd.
"ARE WE NOT BETTER THAN THIS?" He roared in anger.
The crowd fell silent.
"Look upon yourselves," He continued, his voice gentler this time. "You have become the very thing you hated."
Murmurs rose amongst the people.
The Knight wrapped his crimson cape around the Elven Princess and led her to a safer place. He caught the King's gleaming gaze amidst the throng of courtiers. The King appeared pensive and unsure. But with a nod of his Crowned head, the Knight's fate was sealed.
That night in the castle, the second son of the King, the Crimson Knight of honor was proclaimed engaged to the foreign Elven Princess.
From them, hope blooms like a flower amidst the spring sun. Hope that the cycle of hate would seize from the union of two hearts.
And in came a prosperous alliance of two nations.
You have beautiful writing!
Underrated.
Well your writing is pretty good but that's the wrong story u got there, read the online comic- ghostblade, this is one of the scenes and i would like not to disclose the story to ruin your suspense
@@HimanshuJhaHeiso,how can you say?
Beautiful
“There I know he’s waiting for me.”
This line … something about it makes me feel like crying. It’s just so beautiful, but also so sad, so touching. It’s like a story about a love faithful until the very end, despite being trampled by fate from time to time.
The truth is that this song is about someone who has lost her love. This line is talking about how her love is waiting for her in death.
This woman has the most enchanting voices I have ever heard. What a gift. You cannot tell me God isn't real.
I smell a simp
@@generalconcannon202 Then take a shower.
@@Neolithika no u
@@generalconcannon202 no w
General ConCannon bitch shut up
- I pledge my shield, my armour, my sword, my life to serve you, i will protect you from any harm, i swear this on my honor, even if the whole world is your enemy, i will be by your side my princess
The cringe in this comment.
+yungutes1 he means well
IK but the cringe
It's not cringe - it's emotion.
wlop.deviantart.com/art/Guard-578845362 Kain, the silver knight and Yan, the ice princess ; by wlop
When others choose to merely follow, I will choose to lead.
Where others have failed, I will succeed.
When others remain silent, I will question.
Where others have yielded, I will endure.
When others lose faith, I will provide hope.
Where others have been cast out, I will offer refuge.
When others are lost, I will show them they have been found.
This is the power of my resolve and the oath I swear upon. Be a humble man of noble and honest intentions and you will overcome any obstacle or barrier that life can dull out. For when a wanting man seeks to be given strength or power, a wise man, knows the power and strength he wields within himself.
This is not just art, but also truth.
Alex Lindberg amen
Lovely.
When others have yelded, i Will endure. I liked that one specially
The Lord has truly blessed these people in the comments. You got a talent for writing. God bless each and everyone of you and have a nice day✝️❤️
God loves you, Jesus loves you, and I love you too✝️♥️✝️
When I listen to this i think of this:
A royal knight who is in love with the kings daughter who is taking the throne since her father was ill (mother died at birth) and with her being so young, the village doesn't accept her since she's irresponsible and naive to listen. The knight decided to step out of line and protect the princess from the angry villagers but also to shield them of her beauty that only he would like to see since she always wore a frown from their accusations.
As the knight protected her, she reaches out and pressed her delicate hand on his forearm, feeling the coldness of his armour against her hand and leaned into him; bodies pressed against each other; flesh against metal.
The knight knew he was falling for her from her beauty and swore himself to protect her with his life
This is my absolute favorite one.
DAMN THAT WAS THE SAME THING I WAS THINKING 😊 thats a really good plot, that should be a book
Winter Queens deep feels right here
Best story
Mrs Barnes her mother died at the ripe old age of childbirth
Crowd: me
Knight: me
Princess: me
We ourselves are our worst enemy
And the only one who can protect us is ourselves
you are everything
that's craziness
You just still in the shadow and need enlightened to know who you are.
Go to pray (with your own religion method) and you will know that you are devided in two pieces but in one mind and soul (just my experience).
That's deep bro
U are a strong willed person but people are not made in life to run solo of course u can live alone and not rely on anyone, but we were meant to help each other life is more than being strong on your own.
Any one who can hold a wall shield up against anything really for longer than 3:00 has instantly earned my respect
Tristan Ricks tower shields weighted a shit ton
Clearly, you've never played Dark Souls.
By the way this one is moving its made out of paper xD
Crowd: little brothers
Princess: me
KNIGHT: my room, books, music, Pinterest, and sleep
LMao truuu
@@cosmo8206 what is lmao?😕
@@shannonp7911 Oh it means Laughing my *ss off.
@@cosmo8206 thanks
I can relate to that
Valor, a knight is sworn to valor. his heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his word speaks only truth, his wrath undoes the wicked.
And as you have spoken the othe i now deklar you knight of the dragonhart
My Interpretation of this...
She glided down the palace steps, the torches dim as if they could feel her pain. As she stops in front of the door, the young woman took a breath, knowing that her time has come. Every bit the royalty she was, the woman stalked out the front door and into the range of the enraged crowd. Fruit, bottles, rot, and dirt would land around her, but none dared lay a finger on the woman, as she continued to walk gracefully through the street.
But such luck was not meant to last, soon dirt began to stain her clothes and grime fell onto her skin. It's not long before she sees a knight, tall and gallant, sprint to intercept her. Her eyes closed and her head held high, she continued to walk, expecting to feel the cold hiss of steel to her neck at any moment.
A shadow fell over the princess, and her eyes flew open as she felt the knight's cloak wrap around her, and noticed the absence of the earlier onslaught. The knight, with his shield high and his cloak tight, began to lead her out of the crowd. Not a word was spoken between them, but a single touch from the princess sent a message more powerful than words could ever hope to speak.
Pavel Sadoyan dats one awesome thinking u got there. I like it
Not sure. Would a royalty walk the streets with no honor guards? I more see that knight as her knight-in-shining-armor for-ever protecting her. The rest seens accurate enough.
Personally, though, I thought of her to be the last royal blood so she was made queen by default but she has magic in her blood too (due to her shimmering dress) which frightened the mobs. They respect her enough to lead but not enough to be seen.
H5 I think the unwritten implication here is that she has either been banished, or is on a way to do something that the people blame her for (thus her expectation of being slain by a knight). Perhaps a revolution took place, similar to The French Revolution. Mayhap this is her last walk as leader will be summarily executed (which is why they dare not touch her... Just yet
H5 by watching the video you can see the specks of green and red arching slowly towards the center screen
I have to doubt that. I don't see any indication that expected the to be slain by the knight now shielding her. Why bother shielding her if she's to be executed. If this truly was a revolution then I doubt the mob would just stand by as the knight protects her but they would swarm the two and kill them. But banished is likely, she wears noble clothes and walks the streets of the peasent people with no protection.
There are so many stories where some brave hero decided give there life to save the day.
And because of their sacrifice the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after. But the hero never gets to see that ending. They'll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference.
They'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith.
Ain't that a bitch?
10/10👍
_According to some, heroic deaths are admirable. I have never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly or defiant you are, at the end of the day you are also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking_ -Bartimaeus, a demon who was forced to see his master's heroic death.
Church: ain’t that a bitch
Yeah season 13 finale had me too
Nice reference
I always get goosebumps when I hear this song, many memories, many mistakes, but there's no way to turn back time :(
Time moves forward, you owe it to the person you can be, to move forward as well.
❤
The newly appointed young queen hesitates before leaving her chariot. She turns to her faithful protector, who had his helmet off and resting on his lap at the moment. "What if they blame me for what happened? It sounds like they already do." The protector turns to her, and smiles. A rare thing from him, after what had happened to her parents. She still blames her self partially for what happened.
"You have nothing to worry about, your majesty. I, along with my men, will protect you from anything. Alright?" His helmet goes on as he says this, and the familiar T shaped visor looks around for a moment before departing. He grabs his shield off the side of the cart, and motions for her to follow. Swallowing hard, she grudgingly follows him out. Before, the people of her city would cheer and toss flowers at her. Now however, they scream, and throw fruit and rocks at her. Her protector raises his shield and cape, shielding her from the debris. She cries silently, for there is nothing she can do right this moment to make the hate stop.
"There's no need to cry ma'am," He looks down at her, "Everything will be just fine." She could hear the smile, even behind the helmet. She chokes a moment, forces out a smile, and looks to the ground. I will fix this. A silent vow no one can hear.
WHAT HAPPENED?!?!
Beautiful story
Please write a book if you haven't already.
Are these all made up?
7/10
While you sleep, dream of me
I'll be keeping our memories
Living in my heart and soul
Waiting for the day
When we will be together again
Carry me to my love
Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he is waiting for me
Carry me to my love
Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
Take me away to the shining light
Over the waves peaceful at night
There among the stars glowing in the dark
You watch over me
Smiling down patiently
Carry me to my love
Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he is waiting for me
Carry me to my love
Over the sea to the clouds above
Carry me to my love
Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he is waiting for me
Carry me to my love
Ov'r the sea to the clouds above
Vvvvvvvvvvv
Oh, so this is a lament, then...
Thanx
Thanks bro
if you go into your profile (in the top right of the YT home screen) you can change your handle from @user-bv9w3mb7h to whatever you want.
A faithful protector and a remorseful monarch, marching through the streets of ungrateful subjects who will never know their heroism. One of the hardest things about art is telling a story with it
4 years later, I still listen to this masterpiece. Absolutely beautiful
It is beautiful on so many levels! The music sets the tone perfectly; and the artwork, just stunning! Her dress is blue, to emphasize her "blue" state, and helps to portray her delicate, broken spirit. The knight is shielding her with both his shield and himself, not because to protect her from arrows and spears, but to protect her vulnerable spirit. He is shielding her honor with his. He is not escorting her, or prompting her, he is simply going with her at her pace, and protecting the entire time. He is the definition of loyalty, honor, and courage. His red cape emphasizes these qualities, and how he is different than the dreary, sad, and angry people around him. The mob is blurred because they don't matter. Their anger does not matter, it is not what is remembered. It is this knight, and his honor, that is remembered. It is true beauty.
Thats absolutely truw
That is no knight.
That is a man.
A true man.
a gentleman
That'a a WHITE KNIGHT! :D
M’lady
a knights is a honorable Man
amen
“True strength is not measured by how hard you can swing your sword, or how fast you can run, or how high you can jump. No, it is measured by your courage, by your willingness to lay down your blade, and be the bigger man. Your strength is your heart, your soul, and your courage. Sometimes sadly we must fight, but remember it's not the battles we win that makes us stronger, it's the bond we make with our fellow human beings”.
You know this is a great peace of art when many people writes top notch stories about the art
"Her pale eyes, bound to the ground, bound by grief and regrets and shame could find no solace in the mud her feet, no longer adorned by these glittering shoes she loved to wear, were stumbling upon. No one cared. No one stopped. Rotten fruits turned to stones as she walked through this sea of hatred. And she kept on going, frail, wounded. I will not stand still. There is no honor in this. There is no pride in watching these eyes fill with tears. There is no justice in silence. I raise my shield and discard my pride. I will not stand still. Watching the sun set a hundred times before had me realise how much light this world can have and how eager it is to cast it aside. I will not stand still.
"Fear not, my lady."
The rocks bump against my shield and my armored shoulder, and so does the roaring of this savage crowd. Yet even a thousand screams of anger could never keep her silent sobs from my ears. For a brief moment, I prayed they would.
"..Thank you.."
"I will protect you."
I look down and meet these pale, watery eyes who see through my plate, my knighthood and the reassuring look I desperately try to offer her. She sees through all of it. And she smiles.
"I know.."
Is this a movie?
I have watched this kingdom be built, destroyed, and built again, I have watched your mother and your mother's mother grow into queens, I have watched over you as you were born, I watched as you walked these halls, everyday, from child to woman.
I have been here, unnoticed and still, here for you, a guardian you never were ment to meet, I have watched you grow and live.
But I will not watch you be hurt, I will not watch you be beaten or bruised, I will not waste your life.
I will not watch you die.
😪👍🏻
Though i could die!
For my queen, & for my love
Kittenbetrippe n
Deus Vult ..
Gloria to Our Lord👑. Be united My brother's
Is this a movie?
The battlefield was a dark and horrid sight. The warrior stood up, his armor cracked and blood staining his face and grimly looked out, his face contorted in pain. He had to know he succeeded. He pulled his blade out of the last of his enemies as he stood, sweat-glistening skin and damped tunic showing how long he had pushed himself. The battlefield stank of rotting corpse meat, drying blood, thick awful smoke and waste. The battle was over. He had won. The Great King's war was done. The warrior had a deep cut on his right cheek to jaw, almost resembling a shooting star. He looked behind him. The princess was alive, fainted from exhaustion and fear...but alive. He turned to look for his friends. Both armies had fought. His King had fought because he refused to sign a treaty with a tyrant that demanded submission. The Emperor demanded submission or he would offer destruction. Many other lords had refused to assist the Great King. The King had stood alone with only his most loyal warriors and soldiers. The Warrior looked down at so many dead friends and comrades and his chin trembled as his eyes began to sting but he refused to give in. He had to make sure. He had barely managed to stop this horde that attacked whilst the princess was trying to be taken somewhere safe. Scooping his princess up, he carried her towards the tower that had been the final defense of this castle. More and more dead. "IS ANYONE THERE?!" He called. "ANYONE?!" He hoped and prayed for a healer to make sure the princess was already. "Over here," a soft voice said in the wind. "WHERE?!" the Warrior called then turned to look at a small shelter. He stared in shocked horror and fear. Laying pale and still as a corpse, was the Great King. And a priest, proficient in the healing arts, grim and sad as he performed the last rites. The Warrior rushed over with the princess. "My king! My king, is he...?" The warrior stopped as he looked at the sadness in the priests eyes. The Warrior swallowed his sadness and laid the princess down. "Please, tend to her. The queen, is she near?" The priest took a deep breath and looked over behind the makeshift tent, nodding in that direction. The Warrior walked over then turned to see the beautiful Queen of his country in her splendid golden dress stained in blood as she laid on a bedding of torn clothing. "Highness," The Warrior whispered as he walked over. The Queen smiled, still a beautiful woman. "You brought my daughter back," she whispered as her skin was getting more pale. The Warrior knelt down and finally the stinging in his eyes couldn't be held back as he looked away, squeezing his eyes shut. "Shhhh...it's all right," the Queen said softly as she touched his wrist. She had refused to leave her King's side. Things had got crazy and chaotic during the siege. It was a maddening confusion and the Warrior still wasn't sure what happened. He simply fought and fought with all he had, trying to stop as many of the cruel enemies as he could, trying with all he had left. "I'm so sorry," the Warrior's voice cracked as he looked down and took a sob. "I tried...I tried so hard! But I couldn't stop them, I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't good enough!" The Queen's grip firmed around the Warriors wrist. "Don't you dare say that, " she said softly. "My daughter lives..I saw you carry her over here." The Warrior looked down as tears spilled down his young cheeks as the Queen used what strength she had to pull the young Warrior over to her and hug him gently. "One thing you must accept...is that no one...can control life. You...were amazing...I never saw someone...fight so hard...so well. I knew...we were right...to trust you." She squeezed him in a hug gently. Then, with her hand she reached over for her husband's sword and leaned back. "Lower your head..." The Warrior looked at her, then the sword then lowered his head as she tapped his right shoulder, then his left. "You are Knighted...for your honorable deeds. I ask you...be as good a Knight to my daughter...as you were...to me and your King..." The Knight nodded as he took a breath to control his emotions. The queen slowly handed the sword to him. "Now give this back to your King...and carry me to my love." He took another breath and regained his discipline. Then, he scooped the dying Queen in his arms, carrying her back to the makeshift shelter and laid her next to the Great King. He placed the sword on top of the Great King's chest and draped his arms so that the hands held the handle of the blade. The priest closed his eyes and began to recite a Prayer in Latin. The Knight watched over as the queen slipped away, the knelt down and offered a prayer for the souls and salvation of the Noble King that he so passionately believed in...and the Gentle Queen he thought so dearly of. ************************************************************************************************************************************ The coronation had been complete. The Princess, still sad with the loss of her parents, was now a young Queen. Standing by her side was the Knight that had saved her life, his face determined and strong, with a fresh scar that looked like a shooting star on his right cheek. Adorned in freshly polished armor and cape, helmet in the crook of his arm, he seemed defiantly proud. The loud murmuring and grumbling outside spoke of the disapproval of the people. "...they hate me, don't they?" she said softly as she looked to the door with dread in her heart. "They hate that so many of their family members died," the Knight replied. "Often, when people are upset with a tragedy in their country, they look for someone to blame. Their leader is always an easy target." The Young Queen looked down. She had such a gentle side to her but was so very sensitive. "How will I lead them?" she said softly. "With the nobility of your father and the caring of your mother. You'll be a Queen better than even they were," the Knight said. She looked up at him and saw nothing but complete faith and loyalty in his eyes. He truly believed in her. Believed in who she was. "It wont' be easy and there will be a lot of trials. But the King was right to stand up to tyranny. Our walls are being rebuilt. Our Army will be replenished. But most importantly, the freedom of our people and the preservation of our culture is maintained. And you will lead us through this into a golden era and in the end, the people will learn the blame was on the Emperor and they will learn to love you as their Queen. As I do." He put the Helmet on, standing strong and looking invincible, his words inspiring her to believe that things can be better. "I will carry you through whatever I need to." The Young Queen nodded and took a breath, emboldened by the Knight's words. The doors opened and the people kept a respectful distance...for who would challenge the Knight that endured their bloodiest of wars and survived? But they spat and yelled and tossed dirt and fruit at the Queen. Ever defiant but maintaining chivalry, the Knight held up his shield and expertly deflected, blocked and prevented every single one from hitting the Queen. With his other hand, he kept his cape around her so they could not hit here with anything from behind. It still hurt. The Young Queen looked down but reached over to gently touch the Knight's arm. Could he feel how much she loved him? Whether this was duty or passion...she felt so alone in the world, except for him. His loyalty, his faith...she kept her hand there as she walked with her head down and her eyes on the ground, still walking regally but not as confidently. 'Things will be better' she told herself. And with her Knight by her side...she began to believe it. 'I'm just so glad I have one person...that cares about me'. Let the people jeer and hate her. She would still be the best Queen that she could be to them. It was in her nature, in her heart. She looked out through the corner of her eye at the Knight. 'Carry me...my love'.
azraelangelofred that was pretty good
Thank you.
The Best one
@QueenofSword me too
azraelangelofred WRITE. A. BOOK.
The princess: my immune system
The knight: the flintstone gummies I had as a kid
The crowd: COVID 19
That golden
Lol
lmao. thank you for the daily dose of dopamine
Hahaha that's actually true from a certain point of view 👀
Interpretation: You are still a child.
Loyalty is hard to find.
Trust is easy to lose.
Actions speak louder then words.
Almost a haiku . . . Nice
The seven knightly virtues are thought to be 1) courage; 2) justice; 3) mercy; 4) generosity; 5) faith; 6) hope; and 7) nobility
Although not necessarily in that order. :-D
Agreed. Together, they make up the foundation of the Code of Chivalry.
Grandioso
There is no such thing as a "Code of Chivalry" that all knights, universally followed. That's a modern invention we applied to medieval society
*He knelt over her quivering body, his fingertips brushing lovingly over her cheek as he looked down at her with mingled sadness and love.Blood seeped across her pale dress, the crimson a great contrast to the lightness of her skin. Setting aside his armor he murmured his love for her even as he knew she was too far gone to hear. laying his broken body beside hers, his head coming to rest upon her chest even as the mortal wounds he had obtained caused him great pain, nearly blind and numb with agony, felt her breathing become feebler still. mild surprise coursed through him as her quickly cooling hand brushed over his hair and neck in feather light caresses, his eyes closed on their own even as he struggled to keep them open. Her heart beat softer, and softer, his own matching its slowing rhythm. After several moments her hand stopped, resting atop his bloodied head and he lost his fight, letting his eyes close even as a tear slipped down his cheek, for her heart had ceased beat, and his had followed* _zooms out to see a large field with many a body laying in the long grass all around them. They had fought bravely for their love, even doomed they had chosen to fight by each others side till the very end_
Violet Shotter such a sad yet beautiful love you've described, and it goes so well with this song I cried
ehhhhhh the feels
Corey Cushinan TEH FEELS, rip feels.
*crying*
so sweet....
The voice of the singer is an angel! Oh my god... her voice is so beautiful
Since everyone's posting motivational quotes, I got you guys.
"I'll never forgive the Japanese"
-Joseph Joestar
Simping White Knight
Then why did he cheat on his wife with a Japanese woman
Bro you're everywhere
Found you!!!!😈😈😈
What , for Anime Seasons' delayed??
In a far away place lived a young Princess. The kingdom that her parents ruled was finally reaching at a dead end because of mistakes that the past rulers made. With enemies all around at every single corner and having the little princess as their only child and last hope so that they could save the kingdom they decided that when she would turn sixteen she would get engaged with the Prince from the kingdom next to them. Years past and the young girl kept growing. She wasn't allowed to step foot out of the palace because of her parents fear of her getting Sick or injured. But the young girl wanted to see what was beyond those grey walls. She wanted to meet the outside world. One day she managed to ger away and go outside. She was mesmerized by the beauty, the colours the sounds of the unknown world around her. Fortunately she managed to get back without anyone noticing. But she wanted more. So every now and then she would go out. Then one day she met a soldier some years older. He showed her the most beautiful things. The sunset, weddings, celebrations. He showed her what friendship was and after that what love was. Even if the Princess had told him that she had to marry a prince the boy said "No one knows what the future may bring". More years past and the girl turned 16. Her parents would send soldiers to go to the kingdom next to them and safely return with the Prince. In the army they would send was the soldier the Princess had fallen in love with. She cried a night before the day he would leave by his side. But he told her was that he would never be mad or feel betrayed because he knew she would marry the Prince only for political reasons. But while returning with the Prince the Princess didn't see her soldier anywhere. When the Prince explained what had occurred, she knew...The Prince said that enemies arrived to kill him and prevent the wedding from happening. He was about to take a blade through his back when a brave soldier got in between and saved the Prince's life by sacrificing his own. That night the Princess didn't cry. There was no emotion left within her. When she got married she was like a doll with no soul. Things where going back to normal when the Prince fell sick. Doctor's did everything to save him but it was off use. The last days of his life he only wanted to see the Princess. He and she had become friends but nothing more. One day he told her. "My beautiful princess...I fell in love with you the moment I layed eyes on you. So that's why I'm saying this now...That soldier... before he died he told me...to tell you that he loved you and would be waiting for you so you could meet once again in another life and fall in love with you again. I didn't want to say it because i was jealous... I'm sorry.."Some days after that he died. Her parents furious through her out of the palace saying that all she was, was bad luck. The crowd believed that it was her fault that the prince was Sick and died as well so they began throwing things to her as she was making her way out of the kingdom. But she wasn't sad or scared because beside her, even if it was just her she could feel the presence of her soldier protecting and pushing her to move forward. She whispered to herself. "One day my love I will see you to the clouds above where I know you are waiting for me....one day..."
Coconut Kookie i will report this
for being incredibly beautiful and touching
I don't know what to say Coconut Kookie,,,,,,what an incredible story!
OMG that was beautiful I can't lie you my friend deserve more likes
This is so different from the other stories I've read here, truly beautiful
Coconut Kookie beautiful
"They act for they do not see. For i see the tears of my Lady, i see thy sorrow, thy worry, thy pain for a country none other love as much as thou...let them throw what they will, and let them see as you. That i am your shield, your knight and yours alone. And i will not! Allow them to tarnish the lady whom cares most for this land. On the name of Sir Leon De'Castillon...i swear this, for i am forever yours."
Perry Price wait is this total war warhammer?
little 16 yr old me was so inspired by this video and the stories in the comments section that I ended up plotting a whole book about it. maybe I'll actually finish it someday:)
check out the ghostblade from tapas It's where the pic came from
so a year has passed... what happened?
three years have passed... there is something to read at least?
A foreign princess of different race, stood alone in the tower, no one dare approaching her. A trophy of war for this kingdom, and a symbol of peace for her own, her marriage to this kingdoms prince was the unification needed to bring about the end of a bloody war. As she neared the looming door she could hear the roar of the crowd now gathered in the city square, many of whom had lost loved ones in the bitter fighting and wished to see her dead. As the huge door cracked open, a rush of searing hot air swept past her almost sending her off her feet as she stepped out towards the spiteful crowd.
Taking shelter from the heat and watching from a nearby archway, a knight saw as the crowd grew large and restless, many of who had certainly felt the effects of the prolonged war, but none having seen its horrors. He cared not for anything anymore, the roots of this conflict burying deep into his heart. The only emotions he felt were in the nightmares that haunted his dreams.
As the great door cracked open the crowd screamed their disgust as the foreign princess stepped out. He looked to see her delicate frame descending the tower steps and into the city square. Her kind had been his enemy for so long, but now he harboured no ill feelings towards them, seeing that like he had done before, she was simply serving her people in pursuit of peace.
He watched as she struggled with each step, clearly weakened from her long journey across the continent. The city guard now barely able to contain the crowd from pushing past them, they did not care as the princess tripped and fell, and the crowd erupted with laughter and applause.
The knight felt a sudden sharp sensation in his heart, knowing such innocent beauty did not deserve this treatment, before he had realised, he had begun pushing his way through the crowd. “Steady there soldier” a member of the city guard barked, drawing the attention of many people in the crowd. As the knight continued forward he was unsure of his own intentions, once more the guard ordered “Halt soldier, by order of the city guard”. As the knight approached, the guardsmen drew his blade, now in full focus of the bewildered crowds. As the knight stepped forth from the crowd the guardsmen swung his sword only to for the knight to strike him with a thunderous punch, dropping him to the ground.
The knight approached the princess still unsure of his own actions, when he reached her, she looked up into his eyes. Stunned by her gentle beauty, his eyes locked into hers, like blue crystals, he could not think of what to do and by impulse extend his hand.
As her legs gave out from underneath her, she fell to the ground and felt the sharp pain of her delicate skin tearing on the rough stones of the pavement, as she summoned the will to hold back her tears in front of the hostile crowd the princess realised she didn’t have the strength to rise to her feet. As she tried to force herself onto her numbed legs, a sudden cooling shadow loomed over her, blocking the hot dry sun. She winced, preparing herself for a painful blow. But it did not come, when she looked up she saw a cold figure looming over her. A knight, whose amour was unlike those of the men who guarded the city. His was unpolished and undecorated, it looked battered and warn. He simply outstretched his hand and said only two words..”My Lady”. The princess caught a quick glimpse of his eyes, shining green like polished emeralds, they were young and handsome, but looked sad and held the pain of many lifetimes.
She put her weight onto his arm and he quickly thrust her to her feet. Continuing to walk towards the city keep the crowd became more violent, now hurling rotten food and stones. Before a single blow had time to land, the knight had pulled her waist into his and raised his shield to protect from the oncoming barrage. As she looked back to see where she had fallen, the princess saw that he had also raised his cloak to protect her. A cloak that like his armour was tattered, warn and scarred from countless battles, soon realising that unlike the city guard, his had not been dyed with colour, but stained red with blood. Despite this, she felt more at ease now, protected by him, than she had felt since leaving her home.
The two quickly approached the city keep with the violent crowd now closing in on them. The tall doors of the keep swung open revealing the kingdoms prince, her betrothed, to be there waiting. The knight quickly pushed her through the doors to ensure her safety. The prince barely acknowledging the shaken princess, gave a shocked look as he turned to her knight and gave a half bow, “it’s an honour to finally have met you”. The knight completely ignoring him, turned to the princess locking eyes with her and saying only, “until you need me, my lady” before quickly turning, drawing his sword and once more descending into the city crowd. She could only watch and lose sight, as the great doors closed, not knowing the fate of her knight, nor even his name.
Oh my god, this is great!
Dude great job I love it
Hmmmm . . . Room for following tales or not. A few minor wording issues (he wouldn't thrust her to her feet. But lift, elevate, raise.) overall, Very Well Done.
So good and sad
Oh my friend, that was beautiful.
"Carry Me"
While you sleep, dream of me
I'll be keeping our memories
Living in my heart and soul
Waiting for the day
When we will be together again
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he's waiting for me
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Take me away to the shining light
Over the waves peaceful at night
There among the stars glowing in the dark
You watch over me
Smiling down patiently
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he's waiting for me
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Where I know he's waiting for me
Carry me to my love
O'er the sea to the clouds above
Can you add lyrics to next videos please ... that was a perfect one
Thanks
Now I understand thank you Soo much for helping me out
what I like to think is, maybe this girl, say a Lady, has done something worthy of this scorn that she is getting.
perhaps this knight might have suffered most from her actions, lost sibling or friends, so has every right to hate her.
But his honor and eternal Faith compels him to do the Christian duty...forgive her and escort her to her trial. letting her proceed with the dignity of a noble.
This is why she holds his arm.
his kindness when she deserves it not, melts her stone heart.
He then whispers that he forgives her, in which a single tear rolls down her cheek.
This is so beautiful! All I can picture is a knight protecting a princess and keeping her safe from harm
The picture is really cool 0.0
like there are womens who are envious cause of her pretty look and they call her a witch and want to burn her, but there is the one Knight who is taking she in his arms, and protect her. Cause they all are might less against a knight they let her go and in peace.
Dragon lord464 That's a really cool idea on it, but actually she has traits of an angel - and may actually be one - which is hated by the humans, so she was hated by her people, but her father, the king. The knight is Kain whose soul duty is to protect her.
Dragon lord464 Please read "GhostBlade" to understand the story completely. It's a comic made by wlop.
oh didnt know that bro, thanks for that :)
where can i find the story? sounds amazing,
Lady: leave me. You do your honor a disservice in protecting me
Knight: good lady, what value is there in my honor if I do not protect the innocent, guard the weak and defend those who cannot defend themselves?
I recognize his ending line... Where do I know it from...???
@@ilaoliphant8796 teen wolf, the argent code maybe
SIMP
Polar octoct -for gods sake man. Stop using that pathetic word.
That pic is from ghostblade. If you want to know her backstory, reply to me.
(WARNING: long heart touching story )
The dear queen of the once truly loved kingdom stepped outside to see the hated crowd forming in frond of the castle. Needing to leave the kingdom for the person that she wanted to marry but wasn't allowed to since it was the dear knight of the beautifull queen. And As She tried to make a way trough the crowd of angry villagers that knew if she would leave that there kingdom would shatter down and fade away in ashes, not looking up or around making eyecontact with any of the villagers the sensitive loved queen felt a horrible pain in her chest knowing the exact same thing, but she couldnt go back now anymore she was banned from the kingdom because of her stubbornness wanting to be with the one she truly loved and not a king.. just someone who got choosen for her, the dearest queen of all. She held her dress tightly and as she did she continued walking till suddenly one of the crowd started to trow rotten fruits at the beautifull queen out of madness, and as horrible as it was the rest of the crowed followed to do the exact same thing..
As sad and as terrible as the knight felt to see his love being treated like that and having to leave trough the angry crowd, and not being allowed to go with her as punishment for his done.. he ran up to her for the last possible thing he could do before she left. He trew his deep red cape around her and shield in frond so none of the rotten fruits would hit his sad loved one. as he leaded her to the gate of once her wonderfully loved kingdom, she looked up and smiled with tears in her eyes.. she held her hand on her loved once armor, and looked down again feeling the stinging pain of failture in life once again.. when they arrived at the end of everything.. she stood still and looked up at the knight and took carefully his helmet off seeing trough is fluffy black hair she wasnt the only one that had cried. he kept looking at her as he tried to smile with all his might. she stood on her toes and gave him her kiss for her first only and last time.. telling each other goodbye she stepped on her horse so white and left with pain and tears.....
after years that the queen has left the kingdom has had what they thought that would happend, People were dying of hunger and sickness.. there was barely food and the kingdom was gray now a days, slowly people were leaving abd it got quick as water since the so evil needy king she needed to marry ruled, as all that have happend.. the knight stayed and thought every second of days in years of his love. worrying if she would be alright by now and if she already moved on happily..
He layed on his bed in sickness, knowing he will die soon in the state of missing her.. he said in tears...
I Love You.........
My Queen..
(Sorry if there are mistakes im dyslectic dont waste time making them right because i cant help it.. i tried my best to type it as good as i could i hope i didnt made too many mistakes and if its annoying you.. just leave
Thank you❤ )
Can you start from the beginning to end because I am loving it!
Well i Don't know that just selfish not heart touching
Beautiful
_The streets were lined with onlookers, the air was heavy with emotion; grief, anger, sadness, every one of their hard glares fell on the beautiful princess as she stepped out into the open. A small child stared, unable to understand why his mother was so upset. The princess was a war price; the only treasure the tyrant King had taken from his conquest of the neighbouring kingdom - and even though it was evident the public despised the princess, none of them dared to attack her for fear of punishment. The king had her sent out into the streets to be scorned by her captors people. She kept her head down, she did not deserve this._
"Devil!"
_The word stung at her heart. Her beautiful features were covered with dirt, a result of the treatment she'd been subjected to in the castle dungeons; her long flowing dress, once sparkling like the stars at night, was tattered and torn. She wasn't a princess anymore; to the kingdom she'd been taken to, she was a prisoner. A rotten apple hit her back, she winced but did not flinch. A tomato, orange, cabbage. They threw everything they had at the foreign princess, shouting their insults at her._
_"I am not a demon." She said. Her words made the shouts cease for a single moment before another tomato struck her cheek. She wiped the rotten juice with a trembling hand. A shadow was suddenly cast above her. When she looked up, she saw the helmet of a knight; he held his thick cape around her, as if he were protecting a child. Shield raised to the offenders. "Don't you despise me?" She asked. Looking into the holes where his eyes were, she saw brilliant, lightning blue eyes, staring into her dark, mahogany brown ones._
_"M'lady, I dare not harm a maiden." He said. The other Knights screamed at his act, but he did not answer. He shielded her until the crowds departed. The sun shining on his armour gave the impression to her that sunlight was actually radiating from him; she bowed her head in thanks, cheeks streamed with tears. "Thank you, sir Knight." She said quietly. "But for your act, you'll be punished. I'm not worth loosing your rank over."_
_the knight brought her closer to himself, shielding her further from the onslaught of torment, "For me, my lady, protecting you is more important than any rank could ever be."_
Oh my goodness, that is the most beautiful thing I have read in a while.
I believe it is my purpose to be a knight.
@@abhinavwalkey3422 asking girls on Instagram for bob and vagene pics is not being a knight
@@r.a1301 so every Indian does that? Why you being stereotypical?
Princess: "Go! You will be hated if you are with me."
Knight: "Don't worry, princess. No matter the world even hates you. I swear I will keep looking after you and will never leave you. As your guardian, let me protect you. Let me stay by your side."
Princess: "(cry) Please.. leave me..."
Knight: "(smile)I refuse"
Mantap kali mamank
nice
Is this a movie or something?
*smiles*
@@madalinadmg2898 I wish
"He didn't say a word. I don't think he needed to. He understood that the crowd could never see her for what she is. He'd give his life to protect her; keep her safe. She loved him so, so much. She felt she could never repay him. Little did she know that even her smallest love was his greatest strength. So she was the only one he lifted his shield for. It was like tempering a blade- their hate was the fire; their love, the steel."
Where is this from?!
+SkaterPunkGirl101 the song sounds pretty original, but that little blurb was from my brain lol
+FourthPaladin if only ladies now n days could be respectable
FourthPaladin Please take it and run with it and make it into a magical book because I would buy it.
"...she was the only one he lifted his shield for." Clever. I like it!
Wow, over 1.000.000 views. I'm happy you all love Eurielle's voice and music like I do. Thank you very much and again sorry for this awesome moving "paper" shield :)
2.000.000+. AWESOME :)
Epic Music World II I really liked the shield xD
The moving shield is awesome!! Never be ashamed.
Epic Music World II omg what is this thumn nail:ooo? is it from a videogame?
Epic Music World II The moving shield looks sooo cool!
Epic Music World II If the cost of such beautiful video becomes making something in it look like paper, I pray for many more Paperworks of you yet to come. ♥
The music on these vids is remarkable, but it's the imagery that really brings it together. I find myself absolutely transfixed by what I see and hear. Truly magnificent work. Well done.
Her tears flowed as the people who once believed in her now jeered and scorned her. Soldiers who once swore fealty and loyalty now were absent. Standing alone before the unruly masses when the first produce was flung. While it landed near her the very act alone triggered the malcontent. Closing her eyes in defeat her heart crumbled. A clattering of movement near her called her attention an armor clad figure pushed through the crowd and rushed to her. Fearing that her time had come she braced herself for the strike. only to feel the coolness of shade upon her skin and the rustling of fabric behind her. Startled she opened her eyes and looked up to see the armored figure with shield raised standing beside her. it wasn't till she heard the rustling of fabric and the sounds of splattering that she realized he was standing with shield raised to block the thrown vegetables and his cape spread behind her to offer protection. Even among the jeering she heard his voice soft but firm in his resolution. "My Lady". She could feel his eyes upon her and with a gently hand she reached up to touch his chest plate her voice robbed from her by his act of protection. Deep down she knew now that no matter what came she would not face it alone. Her knight would stand by her side no matter the challenge. For the first time she felt truly safe.
Honestly, listening to the music and reading this is just beautiful, very well done. However I don't think that's what's going on in the picture :) Regardless this is amazing, you ever thought of being a writer?
I am a bit of an aspiring writer or at least trying to. Thank you for the kind words.
Well I am not surprised. I tried being a writer before I realised I sucked :) .You should definitely do more of this, very inspiring
Please write a book about this or something. Can't stop reading it!
I really enjoyed that. Thanks Drekk.
The crowd's screams and shouts of hatred filled the air and caused the princess's heart to sting. "TRAITOR!" "FRAUD!" "DIE!" The princess silently grimaced and winced at the words of her people. She took a deep breath. Shaky and unsure. Then, she raised her head and calmly took her first step down the path. Although the guards did their best to contain the hatred and restless citizens, the continued to riot and yell and scream for retribution for the one who betrayed them. The world fell silent and only the painful words of her people echoed through her mind. Every step felt long and heavy, but she knew she could not show her pain nor her vulnerability as she raised her chin even higher while clenching her teeth.
The first fruit was thrown. Before she could react, a red object had come into her peripheral view. She closed her eyes and braced for impact. However, the blow did not come. She slowly peeked and looked up, blinded by the light of the sun glistening off metal. Her eyes widened as their eyes met, and for a moment, the noise faded and it was just them. She looked down and closed her eyes before firmly turning her gaze up towards the man silently watching her. She firmly nodded and turned back towards her destination. With newfound confidence, she resumed her tread as the man beside her looked on with her, silently bearing her rotten trash and fruit being thrown at her. From a young age, this man had always been beside her, watching over her. Even in the darkest of times, she knew he was only a few steps behind, supporting her and caring for her, even though he could never express his feelings. She had never felt so safe and could feel her protector's warm and safe embrace as he shielded her with his cape and shield. Tears threatened to fill her eyes and she turned her head away in shame. Closing her eyes, gently pushed the man's arm shielding arm away. She softly and solemnly whispered, "please, go." However, he did not budge and, instead, let out a small laugh and slightly lowered and shook his head, smiling. "Never, princess."
Cool history Bro
This deserves more attention
I don't know why I am drawn to this so much. I think that this gives me hope that there is still love and good in the world. I don't think that the princess is evil, I think that she is doing the best she can and the townspeople don't think it is good enough. I don't see the knight as a love interest for her at this point, but possibly in the future. I think he is protecting the princess not because it's his job, but I believe that he knows that it is the right thing to protect her honor. He does not care for the opinions of the townspeople, it reminds me of a quote, "lions care not for the opinion of sheep". I think this fits perfectly with this picture. Sometimes doing what is right isn't the popular choice. I think that if there were more people like this in the world, it would be a much happier place. I do not think that this is a king or anyone from a royal family, I think this is the leader of the knights, a captain possibly? He is covering her in a layer of protection that none of the townspeople would dare try to break, the only thing they can do is throw food and stones. This gives me hope that there are people in this world who care for others and no only themselves. I admire this knight, he is showing bravery, kindness, compassion, and sympathy for the princess. I understand that nice guys finish last.....but there is a difference between a beta male who lets girls walk all over them, and a strong, authoritative man who will not allow things like this to continue. I do not know the story behind this picture, but I feel one thing is for certain, the knight is more of a man than any of the townspeople, and the princess looks defeated due to the fact that she is hated. Sometimes in life, you will be hated, it is unavoidable. But it takes a true kindhearted soul to stand against everyone else because it is the right thing to do. He will march on escorting the princess back to her castle, to safety, and no one will stand in his way.
I couldn’t have said it better myself 🙂👏🏼
This is exactly what I was thinking but couldn’t articulate. Thank you so much for putting it into words. You’re brilliant.
That's a brilliant way to look at it. The knight protects the defeated woman through the crowd of injustice, not only because he loves her, but because it's his duty as a knight to protect the weak and those unable to defend themselves.. And the song just drives it all home. Truly a masterpiece imo.
Well said😢
Well said! 💗
I love how peoples comment unique Poetries in this type of Videos. Really love to read those poems along with Hearing the Songs. The vibe is something more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
The artist of the picture is WLOP, you can find him here on RUclips. This artwork is a piece of his comic called Ghostblade.
It's definitely worth reading, even though it's not finished yet, his artworks are stunning :)
Winter you have no idea how hard it is to find a source these day. Cheers!
It's still not finished.
@@TKDFam Really? Oh wow, I haven't checked up on it again :') thanks for reminding me!
In a distant kingdom a king was arrogant and cruel, he did not care for his family or his people. For the only thing that grew in his cold heart was greed.
This kingdom had both a prince and a princess. Twins they were. Though their personality were extremely different. The prince was as cruel as his father growing to mock the peasants and be a royal prat. And the princess was as kind as her dead mother. The princess was as a spring flower. Innocent and beautiful. A kind heart full of joy and pure as the sun.
One day a terrible war occurred. And the cruel king left his walls to fight. That day the sun didn't shine, and no one could even see the blue sky that was covered in dark mist for the tragedy that was that battle thousands of men fighting in an open field that used to be green and now was drowned in blood and corpses the air was dark covered in dust when the King died and fell in battle.
The enemy took his dead has a victory and they claimed the kingdom as their own.
The enemy king, who's eyes where bright and his hair was dark, arrived at the castle and tried to find the heir prince, though no one knew where he was not even his own sister who cried in her room in fear and dispair.
The king took pity on her fragile form and the day after crowned her Queen of her own people, but they had to pay and respect the enemy king as he was their emperor. And this wasn't taken lightly by the people.
In the day of her coronation, after the Emperor crowned her, she was supposed to walk by herself all the way to the castle, but she was afraid of the people in front of her yelling at her like she was the most terrible thing in the world.
"I cannot go. They hate me! They don't want me as their Queen, neither do I! " She said to the emperor as tears streamed down her beautiful face.
"It doesn't matter what they think, the people will learn to respect you as their Queen and they will pay what is asked when they do!" The emperor told her with determination in his eyes.
The princess and now Queen, was left with no choice, she had to walk by her people to show confidence and not fear, and so, if they wanted to kill her, so it would be.
She joined all courage she had in her soul and heart and started to walk.
The people yelled louder than ever and started to throw things such as fruit and rocks.
She couldn't take it anymore she fell in her knees as the fruit and sometimes rocks hit her small and fragile body. She looked back at the Emperor who was laughing and mocking her state.
And to her surprise one of the Emperor's Knights moved forward he had grey eyes and his dirty blond hair was straight and was tied in a bun. He had sharp cheekbones and jawline and a scar crossed his right eyebrow down to his eye and ended in the middle of his cheek. The princess had little time to admire him as he put his helmet on and walked towards her.
The shock evident in the emperor's and the other knights was obvious.
The knight helped the new Queen up and she asked " Why are you doing this?" "Because I do believe you can be a good Queen." He answered, his voice mature.
" But your loyalty lies with the emperor, and yet here you are defining his command" She said
He put his shield up with his left hand and held his red cape with his right hand shielding her form from the people. "My loyalty lies in what I find right through justice. It does not belong with a wicked emperor or a greedy king"
She then looked at the ground and closed her eyes in shame as they walked. "Then your loyalty lies within your heart?"
The knight moved his head to look at her through his helmet. " You could say so, yes." He answered. "Then you have a good heart, and it is in the right place" She said putting her hand gently in his chest and sliding to his arm. And her hand didn't left his arm until they walked all the way to the castle in a comfortable silence.
And after that they maybe found in each other a good friendship or maybe something more... After all who knows where their hearts lied, if their hearts were in the right place then surely it would lead to each other, and a beautiful story of love and justice... Of courage and purity... Of loyalty and innocence.
The end! Maybe I should do a book on wattpad about this... Hmm I'm not sure...tell me if you think I should... It would be my first
Damnn that was very good. You should be a writer 😤👍
U totally should!👍
lara salgado
Heck yeah! That would be amazing 💕
Give it a go.
Go for it. More stories like this are needed
The young princess walked down the once brilliant marble steps of the palace entrance. As she descended she thought about all the pain and suffering that lead to this point and her face welled with overwhelming sadness. When she finally reached the last step, She stopped and looked out to the mob of commoners and nobles alike joined in there hatred for her father, the king descended in to madness. She was confident they would not kill her, for she had tried her best to provide what her father refused to give, but she was scared. For this was her last chance, her final hope to convince her people to spare the king and to quell their fiery rage before it burned the kingdom down. She opened her mouth to speak when something smashed into the ground infront of her and an vocie rung out in the silence like the first battle cry of war "Get Out of the way!" And like that, the mob roared, throwing curses and anything they could find her way. She held up her arm to try and protect herself for she knew no one would. But as she waited for the enviable pain, nothing came. She looked up to see the last loyal Knight to her, shielding her from the onslaught. She had ordered him to protect her father, but she knew he hated him just as much the people. The loyal Knight motioned for the Princess to get closer so he could escort her away from here. Reluctantly she moved under his arm behind the protection of his cape. As they walked the Princess looked down to stone street her last chance, her final hope snuffed out like a candle to a wild fire.
"A nation is born a stoic and dies an epicurean"
~ Will Durant
An old one I've taken a liking to, thought I'd share it.
A young royal, once beloved by her people, shunned and scorned and ripped apart from her people. She has fallen out of their favor even though she has done everything she ever could to protect and love them and to earn their love and protection in return. It was never enough.
She cried now for her lost world of beauty and love, and for the suffering her people have brought upon themselves with the evil they are now doing to each other.
She walks down the street, her shoulders back, her chin held high, trying to ignore the shouts and jeers of the crowd around her. Inside, she is terrified and heartbroken.
Out of nowhere, a man appears at her side, dressed like the knights of the king once did.
Without a word, he raises his shield and his cloak, cocooning her in his protection. She is eternally grateful that one man, at least, sees the girl, not the crown.
Girl: What good is nobility if you’re only able to make decisions everyone hates?
Knight: My lady, someone has to make the decisions no one else wants to. I think you’re doing fine. Wisdom comes with age.
Girl: You always know what to say, even the day I was almost killed. Please never leave.
Knight: My lady, it is my duty til death to protect you
It's Refreshing to see a Sane Comment among the Kids Trash Talking in Pretty Much Every Video on RUclips.
Same in Hinduism
Oh my god this is so cute
Very nice. Only suggestion: it could be his Pleasure not his Duty to serve. (It is my pleasure to serve my Queen until the day I die)
Along these lines.
((I've seen several wanna be writers here. If you are not one, pls ignore this post))
@Step Bro Help I'm Stuck! sounds like he is though...
"I can't... I can't do that." She stuttered, trembling by the mere sign of the crowd expecting her. The queen was holding herself like a child and looked desperate to the court. None of the aristocrats steeped forward... none, but one.
"You can." His words were as hard as his armor. "You must... your majesty."
She snuffled, fighting the tears, but still... he made her smile. "You always stood by me, when no one else did. You even call me queen, though I lost everything. My empire, my people... even myself."
He raised his hand to fundle her face. "Then tell me... which girl with nothing to be called her own... has such a magnificent dress?"
She laughed. She couldn't resist. Maybe she was just some silly girl, but he was right. There was something belonging to her. It was not the man, the knight himself... no... it was his love... not like a lover or a servant... it was a true and honest love of a loyal friend. One who followed her through joy and sorrow and never abandoned his mission to stay at her side... though no one else would. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was childish... but in this moment she knew - with him at her side - there was nothing she could not accomplish. Also she has to give up on everything... her land, her people, her pride. She just couldn't help it and looked down.
"I know what you are thinking." His words were like a tower of strength, while he was standing right beside her, while his cloak covered her. "But do not fear, my fair lady... you did the right thing. Maybe not all of them will see it, but they will understand it in time. Until then, I am here. I will protect you, not matter what."
"How can you say that? How can you stand here and forget the pride for your land and the love for your people?" Even from this distance she could hear the crowd, yelling in pain and anger... the response of her actions.
"You saved them... everyone...every child, every woman, every men will live... because of you. You ask for my pride? Burn it! I don't need my pride to protect my people. You ask for the love for my people? I will always love them, the same way I love you. Nothing could stop that desire of mine."
His fatherly voice made her raise her hand to put it on his shoulders. "Even if your right, what then? I still..." She suddenly stopped talking, but continued after a deep breath. "I still have to marry that... that beast, this monster." Her voice became furios, she had to remember the cruelty and unscrupulousness of that men... how he enslaved her people and her land for so long. She couldn't do anything after her brother died honourable on the field and her father succumb to a desease... her mother was already gone, killed by her birth. The only way to save everyone from the madness within this demon was to surrender. Of course, no one understand, they just felt betrayed, not knowing the fear of war or the burden she has to bear. She plumbed the depths of despair, she was beginning to question her decision.
The voice of a raising shield woke her. "Do not worry, my queen. You will survive and you will carry on. I have faith in you. You are stronger than you think. I understand how hard it must be, but I will always support you with all my strength."
She closed her eyes and grabbed her dress. "And with all my heart I thank you for that, this is more meaningful to me than everything else."
"I know." It wasn't a realisation, it was just a mere fact he put out. He bowed his head. "Now... are you ready?"
"No..." She stumbled. "... but still, I will go!"
Together they stepped forward, leaving the court to face the screaming crowd... and to meet her future husband.
(I always wanted to write down the story I see behind this song and picture... like if you like my version and interpretation that might be a little different ^^ And excuse my bad english XD)
TheCrower666 wow !!! what will happen next ?
God and Jesus is Lord and real, you do realize that number is bad right ?
Is this a movie?
THIS. IS. AMAZING!!
It made my eyes water .^.
👐🏻👏🏻👐🏻👏🏻👐🏻👏🏻- you should be a author, you are really good at writing!
I came here looking for gold and I found diamond
Can’t stop crying... so beautiful
A knight in the crowd rushes to defend an unwanted monarch. His dedication will mark him a traitor to the people, but he could not care less, for he only seeks the gratefulness in her eyes.
A Knight With A Piglet beautiful
I like this and your name made me smile.
There may not be knights in shining armor anymore
But there are men who uphold the same code
They’re the good ones. Theyre out there, just MANY miles away from my town 😂
Lol
Call them... Gentlemen.
with the situation on the society now with the Feminazis and shit, i don't think there is a good men anymore that uphold the same code. you're a Lucky girl if you find one of them because there is only 1 in a million
@@MinkyTwats I agree, I used to be a feminist but now I'm not. I don't think men are trash, we are both really as bad as each other as society has made us.
Such a beautiful image. A noble knight protecting his lady against those who would dare threaten her. And yet she still stands before the crowed that does indeed wish her harm... but why?
Well the knight has Europese armor on him, and the people on the background and the building as well look like they are based on Jerusalem, so maybe they are mad because of the endless fighting?
I thought he was shielding her from the sun, I thought those people in the background were cheering.
Do you not see the fruit being thrown at them in the background? lol
+Christian Bailey I thought they were roses or something.
she is most likely the princess or queen of the kingdom
I found this song in February of last year, just before the world shut down and changed forever. I sincerely want to thank Eurielle for making this absolute masterpiece and for EMW for giving it exposure. It's been hard for me as it has been for many, but this song is just so beautiful to me and brings me back to a better and happier time. That, and it reminds me of my best friend in the world, who I dedicate this song to.
Thank you for carrying me with music. May it touch others like it has touched me.
P.S. I love all of the stories that have been written in the comments.