The Adventures of Cylon Worrior:

THE First CYLON

WrittenByJoshua.s.winkler

It began on an air-plane, it started with a boy, well not a boy more

like a hybrid who was left on-board in an on-flight DayCare. The hybrids
name will be Cylon .X.I. Worrior, I say Will Be because he has no name at
this point.
I am not going to say what happened in the DayCare that day, but I
will say it ended with a lot of blood. Any-way, an old lady saw
what happened and for some morbid reason decided to adopt him.
The old lady turned out to be an employee for a RenaissanceWar-Club and enrolled the hybrid in one of the Last On Team contests
where the teams fight to the death and the last man or woman on the team
and field wins and gets his or her own personal squire.
(Cylon looked around the age of 26, but really he was only 12
years old. Many people mistaken him for an adult; He was offered a glass of
beer at the age of ten, which he declined. What Im trying to say is he
looked a lot older than he was.)
Cylon found out about the enrollment and wondered why the old lady
wanted him to enter in certain death.

After the next few days Cylon was accepted and suppose to battle in
three days, he made his own armor and weapons. His armor had red
chainmail with silver titanium plates to protect to his scarful body from
enemys blades and arrows. His helmet was silver with a red titanium visor
with a crown mounted above it.
The day was here, Cylon was worried but confident. he rode on
horse-back. His black horse had red-silver titanium armor and was tired
with age, but despite the horses age it still troted on.
On the way there Cylon saw a wooden sign that read Many Enter But
Only One Leaves. Cylon remembered a poem it said
Oh,Ihaveslippedthesurlybondsofearth
Anddancedtheskiesonlaughter-silveredwings;
SunwardI'veclimbed,andjoinedthetumblingmirth
Ofsun-splitclouds--anddoneahundredthings
Youhavenotdreamedof--wheeledandsoaredandswung
Highinthesunlitsilence.Hov'ringthere,
I'vechasedtheshoutingwindalong,andflung
Myeagercraftthroughfootlesshallsofair.
Up,upthelong,deliriousburningblue
I'vetoppedthewindsweptheightswitheasygrace
Whereneverlark,oreveneagleflew.
And,whilewithsilent,liftingmindI'vetrod
Thehighuntrespassedsanctityofspace,
Putoutmyhand,andtouchedthefaceofGod.

At the entrance there was a check-booth. Cylon was ready for war, he
dismounted his horse, his blade shining in the sunlight, his visor was
blocking the sunlight from his face which concealed his identity.
The war broke out Cylon was slaying everything in his way. Finally
the last man on enemy team, he had yellow chainmail with iron plates with
word Scavenger embedded in them. Cylon struck him with his blade, The
Scavenger fell wincing in pain. Cylon ended the stand-off. Cylon had won!
OCAPTAIN!myCaptain!ourfearfultripisdone;
Theshiphasweather'deveryrack,theprizewesoughtiswon;
Theportisnear,thebellsIhear,thepeopleallexulting,
Whilefolloweyesthesteadykeel,thevesselgrimanddaring:
ButOheart!heart!heart!
Othebleedingdropsofred,

WhereonthedeckmyCaptainlies,
Fallencoldanddead.

The End

OCaptain!myCaptain!riseupandhearthebells;
Riseup--foryoutheflagisflung--foryouthebugletrills;10
Foryoubouquetsandribbon'dwreaths--foryoutheshoresa-crowding;
Foryoutheycall,theswayingmass,theireagerfacesturning;
HereCaptain!dearfather!
Thisarmbeneathyourhead;
Itissomedreamthatonthedeck,
You'vefallencoldanddead.