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Rebekka

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PostSubject: Amandah (short story)   Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:13 am

The leather-coated handles of her blades felt so very awkward in her hands. She was sure, that if she would have been alive, they would have been slippery of sweat. She was no warrior; heck, she couldn’t even handle her swords properly. Whatever was waiting for her behind the shut door, it would face an easy fight. Perhaps, this was the end of everything. As she laid her tiny hand on the door knob, she realized that she actually didn’t really mind. The nothingness of final death would probably feel… nice. Like going to bed after a long, tiring day.
With this knowledge to calm her tense mind, she took a deep breath (old habits die hard) and pushed the door open.
The eerie blue light from her alchemical lantern spilled out over the dusty floor, revealing a small, run-down bedroom. She saw broken furniture, thick spider webs - and scratch marks, dyed with the rusty colour of dried blood, covering the walls. However, she heard nothing but her own ragged breath. When she had entered the cottage a few minutes earlier, she had heard wailing sobs from the upper floor; but now, the creature had fallen silent. Whatever it was – a banshee, she thought, or perhaps a crazed darkhound – it would probably be waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Slowly, she stepped over the threshold, biting the inside of her cheeks as hard as she could. She didn’t even realize she had stopped breathing.
The little Forsaken began to search the room, her every nerve taut like the strings on a violin. The lantern created plenty of dark shadows that could serve as hiding places for a crouching fiend. And the effect of the small alchemical device started to wear off; the blue shine was diminishing by the second.
She was just about to look under the shabby bed when she heard it; a low, wheezing gasp. It came from a small, narrow closet, standing in the corner of the room, hidden behind a pile of wrecked chairs. If her heart had still been beating, it would have been on its way through her frail ribcage at that point.
For a few seconds she froze, waiting for the creature to launch itself at her – but nothing happened. She realized that she now had two options; either she’d run while she still had the chance, or she’d open the closet herself and face whatever was inside. The first option seemed to be very tempting; the remnants of her survival instinct told her it was the correct thing to do. She thought about this as she stared at the door with her milky, pale grey eyes. Her superiors would never know. She was not in the state to feel remorse for such an action, nor would it haunt her. She could not feel that it was wrong to run.
But she knew. If she did, she would fail her Queen, her new people. And even though she could not feel pride or joy for doing the right thing…. She wanted to be good, didn’t she? To do things that were right, to serve with honour? If she didn’t try to be good, would she be any better than the waiting creature in the closet? Instinctively, she fell in to the familiar battle pose – the only part of her short and deficient training she had truly been able to grasp. Shoulders first, hunched forward, one foot in front of the other, perfect balance. Of course she would do the right thing. Of course she would face this danger, as many times before, for her Queen.
Without hesitation, she got the chairs out of her way, ready to defend herself at any time, if it would be necessary. Within seconds, she had cleared her way to the closet door. It remained closed, the creature within waiting, but Rebekka didn’t think she had the nerve to do the same. Instead, she reached for the handle, and flung the door open. In the same movement, she lifted her sword over her head, and struck.
For a split second, she saw a glimpse of a face before her; pale cheeks, plump lips, a dizzying blue eye framed by thick lashes. Then the face disappeared behind the clothes and a dull thump told her that the creature had thrown itself back against the back wall of the closet. Surprised and bewildered, she twisted her wrist to the side, dropping the sword in the process. The edge of the sword cut through the sleeve of an old shirt, probably missing the creature with only a few inches.
Rebekka blinked, staring at the old clothes. It took her a moment to regain her composure, and when she did, she realized how stupid she was to leave herself undefended. But as she reached for the sword, she told herself, that the owner of the blue eyes could not be a monster. As the face flashed before her inner eye, she thought it looked like that of a child. Mustering all the courage she had left, she let a whisper through her lips.
“Hello?”

((People have been posting stories like madmen during a few days (I've very much enjoyed reading all of them!) so I thought I'd join in on the fun! I've had this laying around for almost half a year. It's a short story about when Rebekka first met Amandah (if you don't know who she is, look at Rebekka's wiki page ^^) about 3-4 years ago.))
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PostSubject: Re: Amandah (short story)   Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:51 pm

(( Wuhhey! Great work! ))
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PostSubject: Re: Amandah (short story)   Fri Feb 12, 2010 3:42 pm

((Thank you very much - I'm glad you liked it!))
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PostSubject: Re: Amandah (short story)   Fri Feb 12, 2010 6:39 pm

(( Yeah, lovely story indeed! Great use of different techniques throughout the sto-... I can't pull that off. Nontheless, you made a great story. I really enjoyed reading it. Smile
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