Allegory

Yet, I do not even know who I am let alone how I arrived here, or if this is a figment of my imagination. No time to delay-I must escape to find answers to my questions.

From a distance I see a Nazi knight who has spotted me; I stare at him as he begins to open fire. I fall to my knees for safety. As I fall, I see a shadow reflecting from the sun, one of a sword in a thrusting motion towards my head. Turning to my right side, the swords brushes my neck; as I hit the ground the Nazi knight leaps onto me and begins to force the sword towards my pupil. The sword is pushing closer to my eye; I can’t hold it much longer. "Ah, come on hold on," I say. Then I pull the sword aside and punch it out of his hand. He pulls out a dagger and throws it at me; I quickly turn to my left side as the sword hits a tree directly behind me. The Nazi knight pulls out another sword from behind his back and lunges towards me. "Ah, my arm," I say in great agony. My left arm is lacerated badly; the wound stings and I am bleeding extensively. He swings again and misses, and with all my might I knock the sword out of his hand with a leg kick. I hit him as hard as I can, but he seems unfazed. From abroad I see the Nazi knights opening fire in my direction. I quickly grab the knight and shield myself behind him; the gunshots hit him, killing the knight instantly. I am covered in blood from my wound. I take shelter in the pond as the bullets brush just pass me through the water. Leaping out of the pond I run desperately towards the hills. A flying axe swirls at my head; it is from a Communist dwarf. I maneuver as the axe impales itself into the oak tree that stood a slight two feet away from me.

Running now into the forest, still bleeding quite badly, large quantities of blood seep from my body by the second. I see the Communist dwarf behind me. The dwarf is gaining ground, closer, closer, closer; my endurance is depleting and I cannot run anymore. I am absolutely exhausted as I collapse to the ground. The dwarf stands above me as if he were on a pedestal; he smiles as if to say, "Your destiny lies solely in my hands." But then the dwarf collapses; he has been shot by the Nazi knights behind him, so self-indulged that his ego ultimately led to his demise. The Nazi knights inevitably open fire, and with all of my remaining strength I begin to once again run for my life.

Through the forest I look around; strange sounds haunt me, sounds of crickets and owls shouting at me, and I feel cold. I look for refuge to make myself obscure from the knights. I lay myself gently down in a field of violet-colored flowers. They are about four feet in height. I hide myself. The knights organize themselves neatly into a circle. The one knight dressed as the ace of spades speaks with an authoritative tone. "You four men check the field; the others will come with me and secure the rest of the area. Make sure the stranger does not escape. Hail Hitler."