Since the first one was short, here's more.
She breathes in; breathes out. Pulls the trigger. The bullet flies true, and buries home in its target. "You have done well." The Hunter acknowledged her mentor's compliment, focused on the Fallen patrol that was blissfully unaware one of their own was dead. "A shame that you would be leaving me. . ."
The younger turned to the elder, raising an eyebrow under a gifted helmet. "The City needs all the help it can get. You are too stubborn to go, old man, so I might as well."
Another place. A precious gift given - "Keep it safe for me, alright? And make good use of it" - shared in confidence and trust.
From teacher, to student. "Come back in one piece, you hear me?" A gray jumpship blasts away, carrying one to his fate. Another left, with hope in his heart and a legacy in his hands, awaiting faithfully for a return. . .
She wishes she could scream. Mind's eye view she could see her mentor - her friend - defenseless against the Cabal soldier, one giant foot raised to crush him; in a Darkness Zone it was a dire situation. Her Ghost hovered above her inanimate body, gathering her Light to revive her.
But she could not wait. He was in danger! And it demanded action! A flame bloomed in her soul, gathering - bursting - with the heat of a Light she'd never felt so intimately.
She emerged in a blaze of Light, with wings of fire and a heart undaunted.
