A/N: Written for the
Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #40 - freeverse poetry
Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Data Forest task
somehow, this wasn't what I expected when asked to save the world
Somehow, this wasn't what I expected
when asked to save the world.
I thought big flashy things.
Lights. Swords and shields.
Lots of big explosions
and fireworks at the end
to wrap up it all.
But instead it's like
raising a sheep in a pen.
Our first task winds up to be
foraging for food.
What's that got to do with the world?
Games are supposed to skip all that
and animals can live on their own.
We humans can live on our own as well
and, really, if it'd been our world,
we'd have just gone to the store instead.
Except the stores are all gone.
I know if I don't feed her, she'll die
but really: babysitting is supposed to save
the world? Then why is it no-one else
can do this job? Why me? I'm good
at the game but that's more than just
raising a friend: it's fighting, getting stronger –
instead, we're just hunting in a forest
for food, and it feels
like a waste of time.
But it's not a game; it's life
and we do the same, at home.