[ WP ] You are a guard on a bridge isolated in the middle of nowhere , despite the weather and conditions you still guard diligently . After a great deal of time someone comes and you realize , you do n't know what to do .

Night and day. Fight all threats. She wants her forest secret. 
 
 Who is she? *Was* she? What did she look like? Many moons ago. 
 
 She was a witch. We came to burn her. To kill her. She... turned... us. We were fighting. Heard her, cackling. I killed friends. Friends became enemies. Bloodlust. I lost limbs. But I was the last. 
 
 She healed me. Gave me the strength of all my townsfolk. Stole my hunger, my thirst. She forced me to guard her forest -- her bridge. Rundown hut, rotting planks, so little to meet the eye. 
 
 What did she look like? 
 
 How many nights? How many threats? 
 
 Another. Kill all who bear ill will. Sword drawn. Attacked. This one dresses like me. A green enemy. Much strength in him. Or am I weakened? The greatsword feels heavier. Slow to move. I disarm him. Wrestled. No angle. Tackled. Struggle. New threat-from beneath his cloak-a... mace? Defend. Guard. Seek the opportunity to turn. 
 
 Another and another are watching. Not threats yet. Green is enemy. Has an axe. Opportunity. Gather strength, launch the sword. Right through his mask. Dead before he knows. 
 
 Gather sword. Guard. Fight all comers. 
 
 The others approach. Swords away, not a threat. All has been threat before-weapons drawn, torches blazing. 
 
 Confusion. Waiting. Words. 
 
 `` You fight with the strength of many men, sir knight.'' 
 
 Words... to me? How many moons since I spoke? Can I speak? He says he is a bitten king. He seeks knights. Must guard, fight all threats. Can not leave. 
 
 He comes too close. Not a threat, but not allowed. He must not pass. 
 
 `` None shall pass.'' 
 
 `` I have no quarrel with you, brave sir knight, but I must cross this bridge.'' 
 
 No. The bitten king must not pass. 
 
 `` Then you shall die.'' 
 
 Now a threat. The sword is heavier still. So soon the threat. Had she gone? Had she forgotten? 
 
 I leave an opportunity, and lose limb again. So fast. Has the healing faded? Where is the witch? 
 
 The bitten king MUST not pass. 
 
 `` I've had worse.'' 
 
 One arm. Attack with all remaining strength. No arms. I killed too many friends, many moons ago. The arms were with me longer then. 
 
 THE BITTEN KING MUST NOT PASS. 
 
 Kick. Bite. Ram. Headbutt. Anything to prevent. Losing. Losing blood. 
 
 THE BITTEN KING MUST NOT PASS. THE BITTEN KING MUST NOT PASS. MUST NOT PASS! 
 
 Can not move. 
 
 **MUSTNOTPASSMUSTNOTPASSMUSTNO**
