A/N: handle with care: It's my first EW story. It was hard enough with my little knowledge. I've just read some of the books, so it might be OC. It's just my thought on David's POV.
Disclaimer: I shall not owe. Thou shall not sue- and I use text from the books without permission, but I swear I'm not getting money out of this, just some ideas off my head.
DAVID
That I am bewitched, they say, like I'm hers to play. David the Dragonslayer. General David. David the fool, they call me. Even Senna.
Am I doing the right thing? It has to be this way. Has to be. They just don't understand. None of them understand. None of them trusts me when I'm around her. Like I'm scum. Like I've sold my soul. I am strong! I can deal with my life now! I am not bewitched; I know what I'm doing. What is right, that's what I'm doing. That's what I'll always do.
They just don't understand…
"David, when it
happens... when it happens, David, will you save me?"
"Yes, Senna. I'll save you"
I'll save her. I promised I would. I look toward Galahad sword. If he had promised he'd save her, he'd do so. I promised. I can't go back now.
It is not love. That's not what I feel for her… but then again, what is it that I feel for her? No idea, David, he has no idea. All he wants is to make the right decision. I am not thinking of future. I am not good for the 'if this then that', I am just that. General David.
"How about you,
David?"
"Senna. There's
still Senna. I want to find her."
'No, Senna I won't save you!' sometimes I wish I could go back in time and say that instead. So many responsibilities and yet… Sometimes I don't want to go back. Look at life there, back in the real world. You are born, go study, live a life of hard work all your life and then die. I still remember the difference between Sven Swordeater and I.
"You know the difference between him and me? We're both about sixteen. But he's a man. And I'm a boy"
Life outside Everworld has plenty other responsibilities. And you have pressure. Work. Boss. Stress. Grades. Bills. Tapping in a computer all your life. You screw up here and you die, big deal. You screw up there and you'll never get out of the hole for about what? Forty years? But most of the times… I don't know. I don't know what do I have to do.
I guess they all think I want to stay, and in a way that's true. Life has challenge here. Adventure. I want adventure. I'm worth nothing back there. I want to prove I'm worth something. At least here I am a bit of someone.
I want to live a life of none butt-kissing… but then again… here… am I kissing Senna's butt? Am I kissing Senna's but because I'm weak and she's strong? Because I'm her enslave? Or I'm kissing it because I'm hers? Kissing her butt because I'll never betray her? Am I kissing it at all? I thought I had made my point when I left her. When I had to save April.
"Okay, we look a
way home. But we all go. All or none. The four of us and Senna"
I don't know about them. It's all or none with me. Maybe Senna was never a part of the group. Maybe that's why they didn't say anything. But I promised her. I promised I'd save her. I will do everything in my power. The four of us and Senna. That's my aim. I won't change a thing about it. It's my duty to watch over them, even if they don't trust me. I promised.