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Warning: No warning actually. Discalimer: The characters within this story are all the creations of my own over-active imagination. Any resemblance they bare therein to any real people is purely coincidental. by Joana Rodriguez a.k.a Lady Dragon It had been a long time since he had bothered to sit outside beneath the old elm tree for the sake of just sitting. In the distance he could make out the sound of summer time insects buzzing and whirring about as the scavenged for their daily necessities, heedless to the human that sat not ten yards away from them. It certainly didn’t matter to him any, in fact he rather enjoyed it. The thought of some creature that was able to go about their daily lives without feeling the need to stop and fawn over him was refreshing. The birds in the tree he sat beneath had quieted long ago, and the rabbit who occupied the burrow not twenty feet from where he sat, stood at the entrance of its humble abode with its beady eyes trained on him. It hadn’t blinked once since he had sat down, whiskers merely twitched up and down every so often, just often enough to let him know that it was still alive and not dead or a delusion of some sort. He really should have been training in the field below, not sitting here piddling away his time thinking foolishly sentimental thoughts, yet he couldn’t seem to find the motivation necessary to move. "Foolish notions of peace, joy, and relaxation are mere delusions of the weak, they are the sole causation of man’s demise" his mentor would say if he saw him sitting there propped against the tree, hair tossed askew by the warm summer breeze like a field hand stealing a few precious moments of respite from beneath the foreman’s nose. Yes he could just picture his mentor now, standing there his tall and regal figure clothed all in black, long silver hair billowing in the breeze as he looked down his slim nose at his foolish apprentice, a single silvery eyebrow raised haughtily as if to say "surely my infallible eyes are not now failing me at this juncture in life". Yes his mentor could always be counted upon to inject any situation with a fair amount of his dry and sarcastic wit. Many would think him a vain and pompous man who was far too much trouble than he was worth. Others would venture that he was merely a cold and emotionless statue made human. He knew different, he knew that beneath that cold and austere surface ran blood as red-blooded as any other man’s; there beat a heart that felt a full range of emotions; there hidden beneath layers of flesh and sinewy muscle laid the beautiful soul of a warrior who had seen first hand what the real world was like and had given his all to prepare others to face it as well. His mentor trained him in the use of magicks, weaponry, love, and life. He had been his mentor in all things, and in the end it was his mentor who taught him the last and most important lesson in life, the one lesson that contradicted the very image his mentor had seeked to portray; life is not worth living without love. His mentor was one of many that fell to the creature, his blood had joined and mixed with that of the others that stained his hands now. The lives he said he cared for, the lives he had failed to save. Somewhere out there the creature continued to stalk the lands bringing misery and destruction where ever it treaded. Chaos was spreading through the land and here he sat, selfishly enjoying the summer’s beauty because he knew that come nightfall he would set out to land in the east, the land whose people now screamed in pain and fright for a savior to come. He would journey out to that distant place and wage one last battle against the creature that sought to destroy all that laid in its path. He would defeat it this time, even if the cost of that victory was his own life. He really didn’t have much of a choice when he thought about it. It was the only way that he could find the peace and joy he had once felt in his mentor’s arms. It was the only way he could meet him again and be able, be worthy of receiving that smile that turned the corner’s of his mentor’s mouth into the barest of smiles. It was utterly selfish, but it was what he had once lived for and it was now what he would die for. Author’s notes: There seems to be a lot of pent up angst in this one. I have to admit my inspiration for this came from a a very long plot bunny that has nestled into my head and will not leave me be. It includes Severus Snape, Sidhee, Fairy, shinobi skills, and the mother of all evil. It would make one hell of a novel, but it's just not going to happen. lol So someone I go tthe idea of someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders setting out to save the world but for an entirely different reason than most of your conventional heros. I mean the hero always has a mentor that dies, that's a given (Gandolf, Merlin, Dumbledore ect.) but the hero is always motivated by good, what if the hero was just your average guy trying to live up to his mentor's high expectations and with the death of said mentor found that their own existence was in question because their mentor was the "only reason" for their existence? Please Leave a Review
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