I nearly died. Alone. In the dark.
And she came for me.
I had failed her. The last thing I remember before my senses left me was seeing her fall to the ground from the daemon's magic and then I went away. I couldn't keep her safe. I failed her. I failed her.
And then I fell and remembered nothing.
Nothing until I felt her arms around me, holding me up, telling me she couldn't do this without me. She hadn't come along, Fama and Anaeus were there, along with some of the Jackals. A formidable rescue party for one such as me. When did I acquire so much worth?
We did the only thing we could at that point, we carried on fighting. A force to be reckoned with. When we both fell a second time trying to defend Anaeus, the Jackals referred to us as "the elves." Apsenniel and I have set ourselves apart, although I had thought that was through dint of her actions and intellect, rather than my own.
Later, after all the battles were done, relaxing in our tent, Duibhre of the Accord referred to me as Apsenniel's "Elven Knight." An unexpected compliment and one I was very touched by. I do not know if I have what it takes to be a "Knight" but I will give it my all in body, word and deed. I will find a way to be stronger protector for her, as much as an advisor and thinker.
The discussion with Burnscar, the unliving Skaven, made me reflect on how much some are prepared to sacrifice for the sake of a cause and the ones they care about. Apsenniel could barely bring herself to look at Burnscar, yet I found myself oddly touched by her self-sacrifice.
To what extreme's am I prepared to go to? Would I be willing to become something reviled by those I care about in order to protect them? To be hated and feared because one loves others more than oneself?
I do not know what I will become. All I know is that now, right now, I will die to keep her safe.
And she came for me.
I had failed her. The last thing I remember before my senses left me was seeing her fall to the ground from the daemon's magic and then I went away. I couldn't keep her safe. I failed her. I failed her.
And then I fell and remembered nothing.
Nothing until I felt her arms around me, holding me up, telling me she couldn't do this without me. She hadn't come along, Fama and Anaeus were there, along with some of the Jackals. A formidable rescue party for one such as me. When did I acquire so much worth?
We did the only thing we could at that point, we carried on fighting. A force to be reckoned with. When we both fell a second time trying to defend Anaeus, the Jackals referred to us as "the elves." Apsenniel and I have set ourselves apart, although I had thought that was through dint of her actions and intellect, rather than my own.
Later, after all the battles were done, relaxing in our tent, Duibhre of the Accord referred to me as Apsenniel's "Elven Knight." An unexpected compliment and one I was very touched by. I do not know if I have what it takes to be a "Knight" but I will give it my all in body, word and deed. I will find a way to be stronger protector for her, as much as an advisor and thinker.
The discussion with Burnscar, the unliving Skaven, made me reflect on how much some are prepared to sacrifice for the sake of a cause and the ones they care about. Apsenniel could barely bring herself to look at Burnscar, yet I found myself oddly touched by her self-sacrifice.
To what extreme's am I prepared to go to? Would I be willing to become something reviled by those I care about in order to protect them? To be hated and feared because one loves others more than oneself?
I do not know what I will become. All I know is that now, right now, I will die to keep her safe.
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