Short-ish Stories

The Story Of Tonight

I may not live to see our glory

She knew they wouldn't. She knew that they were both doomed As the orcs closed in, she started to give up. They were going to die. At least Nymia would be waiting on the other side

But I will gladly join the fight

She felt her back brush up against his. She shivered. This would most likely be the last time their bodies could touch. But if she was going to go down, she would go down fighting. It is what Nymia would want. Like the mighty tree she must stand strong. It is what Nymia would want. It is also what Gage would want.

And when our children tell our story

On the subject of Gage, her boyfriend seemed to have the same mindset. For as their backs touched, she could feel him straighten up. She could tell he was the same. He would not go down without a fight either. Her eyes narrowed as she prepared what may be her final spell.

They'll tell the story of tonight

They whispered a prayer in unison. The time was now or never. Fight or accept. Live or die.

Let's have another round tonight

She tried to step forward but the pain in her left knee was too much. The stupid bastard had severed something important. She would be limping for the rest of her life, if she survived.

Raise our glass to freedom

"GRAHHHHH!" She cried, lunging forward. She chanted in a divine language and vines shot out of the ground, ensnaring the orc. From behind her, she heard an explosion. Gage must've casted magic missile or something similar.

Something they can never take away

One of the ensnared orc's friends swung at her with his hammer. It hit her smack in the chest, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying into the rock they were cornering her and Gage against. She heard Gage yell her name as a dagger came flying towards her chest. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain. For the sweet release of death. For it all to be over. She hopes it is quick.

No matter what they tell you

It never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see Gage. Loving, laughing, adorable Gage, now with a dagger sticking straight through his chest. "F-Faith." He coughs. His life is leaving him. "R-Run."

"But Gage..." She didn't want to leave him.

"R-Run!" He said again. She choked out one final goodbye. She stands and skids under an orc's legs. She stands outside of the circle and runs for her life. She looks over her shoulder one more time to hear a scream, followed by a spurt of red liquid. She knew what it was. THe last of Gage's life.

Raise our glass to the four of us

Tomorrow there'll be more of us

Telling the story of tonight

She doesn't stop until she reaches a town. Pulling up her bloody hood, she limps down the streets and to the local cathedral where she resides. Once with a lover, now alone. She pushes open the heavy wooden door and heads down a separate hallway to the monks' and clerics' quarters, stopping at her room. She opens the door, sits down on her bed, and bandages her knee, her tears causing the open wound to sting.

The story of tonight