Dagger

Sharper Than Pain


It was strangely liberating. She wanted to be a queen, to save her country. Now, her country lies in ruins. She deserted it. And she's happy.

Somewhere, the north wind carries wisps of soft black hair

She wonders if it isn't his fault (although, when isn't it?), for letting her choose her name anyways. She asked him if it was okay, and he said yes- just like that. On the cliff outside the Ice Cavern, she became a whole new person.

Across the ruins of Alexandria, new life stirs

She named herself after the weapon of a thief- and, like the weapon itself, her life was placed firmly in his hands. She's not oblivious to the irony- she did study drama, after all.

The play writes itself. Comedy, romance, or tragedy?

She knows she'll have to go back, when all is said and done. (She refuses to think she might die. He takes damn good care of his weapons). Back to the ruins that broke her, to the place her voice fled. Dagger will cease to exist, a mere persona for the actor that is the Queen.

But there's still a final act to be performed. And until then, she'll revel in Dagger's finale.