Hey guys! Sorry it's been forever since I've updated with any stories, been super busy but here we go! A new story! Anywho! Going back a little "old school" here and decided to do a Xena story between her and Gabrielle (love them~!). Please let me know anything I can fix and as always, comments and suggestions are greatly welcomed! :] Hope you enjoy! *Rated T just to be safe in case of future chapters* and just to be safe:
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Xena nor any of the characters. And possible spoiler alerts**
~Prologue~
It had been a year since I had last seen her, the "Warrior Princess" they called Xena. She was my best friend, mentor, and as time went on...it seemed we would become more. Yes, I loved her, more than anything. But in the end, she decided to give herself up to repent for her evil past. She had done so much good in repentance and still could have if she had just allowed me to resurrect her. I just didn't completely understand her reasoning to this day. Her spirit still followed me though, I could sense it, but she was on a different plane that only time knew when I would join. I knew she could hear every thought that had passed through my mind about her, and I would blush sometimes at how often that was, knowing she could hear each one. Oh Xena, I wish you were here right now to see this. I stared out at the mountain range that lay before me in the Alps. The tips were already covered with snow despite it was early fall, the sun rising behind the mountain, rays of light slowly creeping into my campsite. Granted, it was a bit chilly but it was very scenic. Once more, the dawn had arrived and it was time for me to be headed off on my adventure. From here, I was headed home, back to Potidaea. It was time to rest up, give myself time to heal from the last year's events. I decided I wouldn't stay too long-Xena's story still needed to be heard some more-but telling her story all over had taken a bit out of me as I remembered the memories we shared vividly. Each time the audience was captured but I had some doubt that some of them truly knew, understood exactly, the truth of each word in the stories. Though they heard of Xena, they must have found it like a made up story by a bard, raising Xena's reputation. Of course, some might. I was never sure but I knew in my heart that telling her story was what I would be doing for the foreseeable future. Truthfully, the memories burned inside like a fire, just waiting to be shared with the world. They were not fiction, as some assumed, or a way to spread the word about this mighty warrior but rather to let the world know of what she went through to save them, to redeem herself. Right now though, this bard needed to visit home and take a small vacation. Looking into the sunrise, I knew she would be proud of my increasing story telling skills and that the world that had once seen her as evil had changed it's view. Xena was now considered a savior by many. The wind whipped my short blonde hair around my face and despite the frozen feeling spreading though my body, I grabbed my staff, made sure my sais in my boots and continued down the mountain, prepared for whatever challenges were coming my way.