Knight
To return after finding herself was something she never planned to do. She had planned to be forever on the road, searching and looking for the great evil. But now that evil was vanquished, and the lands were free, and she and her companions were hailed as heroes. She didn’t care about the hero part. It had nothing to do with what they had done or the consequences. Those she had loved were now dead. Those whom she had hated were now dead by her hands.
And now those same hands were meant to do something else. Let go of the sword and the rage, and be part of the court.
She was dressed as the king’s knight. Her armor was shiny and valorous, not rugged and worn like the leather tunic she had worn. This was an image she was to portray for the king and his subjects, and for the story they told.
She looked at her king, the young lion heart, but she saw the same glint she had seen in the so-called dark lord. All one and the same. The wizard she owed her life to stood beside the young king, whispering in his ear, guiding him. A wizard who had been nothing but a man without duties and ties when he had set upon their quest. Now, he was something.
The urge to shout at everyone and point out how wrong this seemed made her stand up and walk out of the court. Her heart was bounding against the golden breastplate.
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This combo took me by surprise. I really struggled today to find a story. What I got was a voice-driven fantasy of a voyage and return written in the objective third person. It was more the fantasy-plus-voyage-and-return combo that made my mind go blank. It was like all the stories got wiped out, and all I heard was insects chirping.
Still, I got something out. Maybe not something I wanted. But I wrote, and in these situations, that is enough. I can’t always be functional and at my best. See you tomorrow ❤
Thank you for reading! Have a day full of creativity!
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