Hi! Drabble-y thing so I got this because I was scrap-booking with my class, and one of my things I said about myself was "I thrive on adrenaline..." and "...as long as my adrenaline lasts" and I had a scene pop into my head. Not as good as I would like it to be, but I am really proud of this. I do short stories, not long, but I don;'t know why. Enough rambles. Let the reading begin!
She rams her sword into the swarm of monsters, fighting on adrenaline.
She hears the cries of friend and foe as they fight for different lords, but is on so much of high she doesn't notice. She knows she can't last long, knows she's too inexperienced
to fight brutal, capable demigods. She also knows she can hold on for a while.
As long as her adrenaline lasts.
She stumbles, feels a sword cut her leg, and she fights as her blood rushes out.
She knows she'll make it to Elysium. If her adrenaline carries on to Hades.
She knows hope is alive.
As long as her adrenaline lasts.
She feels pain like fire on her back, feels her blood drain with her adrenaline as she falls, too tired to move. She hears a voice call her name, but ignores it.
As she waits for Thanatos to come with cold Death, both ready to claim her, she gets her fourth wind of the day. I can still help, shethinks,. She rises on her leg and blindsides
three enemy demigods, leaving them to be finished by others.
She collapsed on the ground, breathing her last.
As they burn her shroud, her sister says, "I know she'll go to Elysium. I know she'll get rebirth.
As long as her adrenaline lasts."