You Don't Get Here Without A Few Scars Along The Way
They stood silent on the hill. Weapons gleamed in the sun, cloaks billowed in the wind. But only silence slipped down the slope to the waiting villagers below. The people milled about, unsure of what they saw.
Murmurs went about questioning how mighty those two could be, where the rest of their army was, what good they’d do against the monsters that plagued them. Soon the questions rose to the ears of the warriors on the hill. They’d heard it all before, but here they stood still - willing to fight.
The woman was insistent they start this way. If they allowed the villagers to vent their frustrations now, they’d be more pliable a fighting force later. She wouldn’t have to beat it out of any of them. The man, didn’t like it either way. He always grumbled about this part of the job.
Who were the villagers, who’d asked for help, to complain about the type of help they’d receive. Not everyone was prepared to step up and defend some out of the way hovel of a hamlet from whatever was plaguing them. Added to that there was the whole show they had to make in their armor - which was never used for any actual fights.
It was purely ceremonial, in that this presentation of superiority was a ceremony repeated with each new contract. Fighting monsters required something other than plate and chain. But villagers didn’t need to know that. They need to think they were getting their money’s worth, even if their expectations were wrong.
Today’s art is courtesy of Kyoung Hwan Kim from Seoul, South Korea.