I don't want to be one of those tragic romances.


The air smells like iron and bloody snow. Sounds of clashing weapons and war cries fill the battlefield. The evil in man is tangible as rage and bloodlust consume their faces.

My enchanted blades of wind slice through my opponents, and then the menacing green crescents quickly dissipate into the frigid air. An angry soldier sprints towards me, lance in tow. I deftly sidestep his thrust and send a spell towards his back. I turn around, I don't need to watch the rest to learn of his fate.

My immediate surroundings are clear of enemies, so I run ahead in search of Ike. My feet are cold and numb as I trek along the snow. A stray arrow grazes my cheek, blood soon dripping down my chin. I'm too determined to notice any of these distractions. I must find Ike.

There he is. Cape whipping and jerking behind his body as he hacks away at his enemies. Relieved, I exhale. I cannot help but watch his exquisite swordsmanship while I catch my breath.

I'm finally able to breathe in the first time for years.

It's funny. In all of the havoc and confusion, I have never felt such clarity.

I have reached a revelation, that perhaps has been residing in me all this time.

The shortness of breath, constant feelings of anger, I now know why.

Because I can't stand myself when I hadn't realized just how much I can't live without you.

I don't want to be one of those stories, passed down through generations.

A tale of a commander and his lover, a tragic love destined to start and end on the battlefield.

I don't want the titles, I don't want the honor or the priviledges.

I need to love you now.

So I'll keep chasing you, because one of these days...

You'll need me to catch up.


Hmm... what a useless piece of writing. In all of these stories I write there are so many pretty words that seem to say so little. But I suppose that is the essence of the one shot. Or perhaps its the lack of skill that is so glaringly obvious? Oh well. I haven't written here in a while. I did tell you it would be less frequent, didn't I? Nothing new with me... no boyfriends either... I did come out to a few more friends, and I suppose thats the only barely interesting thing in my life this year.