The Warrior and the Shell

Once, there was a great warrior...1

He was covered head to toe in heavy armor.2

He defeated innumerable enemies, their arrows and swords fell upon him like pebbles and sticks, never denting his armor.3

The warrior fought for years and years, never taking off his armor, and never suffered a single blow to his person.4

One day, the warrior was walking next to the shore when he saw a beautiful shell.5

The warrior picked up the shell, admiring it for its curves and patterns, and noting how parts were smooth and parts were coarse.6

The warrior, transfixed by the beauty of the shell, removed his helm, to better see this beauty.7

He removed his gauntlets, to better feel this beautiful shell.8

Having felt the sea breeze on his face for the first time, the warrior removed the rest of his armor, wanting to experience the freedom without his armor.9

The warrior enjoyed himself for the first time in his life, his armor off, he was free to stretch and experience the ocean fully.10

The warrior spent the day on the water, armor forgotten as he drifted off to sleep.11

That evening, the warrior was killed by one of his many enemies.