Story of the storyteller (ENG)

I carried the name Paladin for so long. At least ten years. It protected my name. My whole being. It was like a sword, which helped me to fight all those battles. I have written under that name. I lived under that name. Amelia Paladin. It was me.

Now however everything has changed. I don’t need the sword the same way as before. I live differently now. I have real friends, who I can fight with the final battles now and in the future, in case they still appear. Now it’s peaceful. Like the war has been fought already. Like everything was fine again. Now… I can finally put the sword away from my hand and to its sheath. I can finally take off that tight armor and put it away. I can take the dagger strapped on my ankle off. I can take it all away…

And dress up again. On a hoodie, that’s soft. Pants that aren’t tight. I can put on a belt that doesn’t hurt. I can finally take the thing. My pen. And a notebook. Put them on my bet. On the right side where they belong. My left side is empty. I take my sword there just in case. It has the name: Amelia Paladin written on it. I can sigh in relief and take the pen and notebook, sit down on a cliff in a calm area. I can listen to the waves. I can live without the armor. Amelia Storyteller. I write it on the first page of my notebook. I watch the waves and relax. The fighting… Is finally over.