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Wow, i'm cranking these out pretty quickly. I'm pretty happy with this one. This will fill in a hole in the story that was never really explained. Hope you like it.
It had been a few months of fighting since Fear had started visiting the Silver Rose. It had become something she did as often as possible, sometimes as soon as the next day but never more than a week without returning. She recognized some of the regulars and had even taken to helping the barkeep serve up drinks when the building was crowded.
One day when she returned from the field she returned to some less than happy news. The barkeep who had been there since Fear first came to the tavern had been killed on her way back with some more supplies. She had been the one to find the body, a sword wound to her chest and her body drained of blood. This was the last thing she had wanted.
Fear checked the woman over despite her obvious state, habit from all the fighting. All she found of importance was the key to the tavern and the room that she assumed was the barkeeps. The teal haired woman was surprised to find that the barkeep didn't have a weapon. Perhaps whoever attacked her had taken it. Regardless at least she found the key, that wasn't something that could fall into the hands of an enemy. Mournfully Fear buried the barkeep under a large oak tree, marking it with a cross and a small marking of a snake wrapped around the moon, the mark of Nox.
Once she had paid her respects to the barkeep she went on her way back to the tavern. She would take over running the Silver Rose in the place of the other woman. She had been told by the late barkeep that she hadn't been the original owner either, nor had the man before her. It seemed that no one knew who the first owner was, or who had even build the large building, but it seemed almost like a tradition, or maybe a curse, for someone new to own it after a while. Fear had no doubt that she could die one day, that another poor soul could become the owner of the tavern, but she also knew she wouldn't go down without a fight. She was not like most elves, after all, being part demon had its advantages.
Becoming the new owner. That was what she had undertook that night, and she never looked back. The work could be tough at times when it got busy, but the teal haired woman soon became accustomed to it. She enjoyed seeing the faces of those returning and those who were newcomers. She enjoyed the stories, the various characters that would enter her bar. But most of all she liked knowing that she was making a difference. She would heal those who came in with injuries, Potions were in high supply and she had some basic knowledge of healing spells. She made sure that everyone ate, that everyone slept, and that everyone was warm and could forget their troubles, at least for a while. This became her life, this became what she was doing during the war.
No more contracts, no more pointless targets or battles, no more dealing with people who looked down on her for being a mercenary. No, now she was making a difference, now she felt like she was actually helping the elves with this war.
And soon she would be helping a new friend who wasn't as new or unknown to her as she though he was.
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 Fearless Demon child · Mon Jan 25, 2016 @ 08:37am · 1 Comments |
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