My Warrior ~ My Bard
A Story of Longing, Love, and Hope
"So, um, I'm going to head down to the village, grab some food and some more scrolls. I'm almost out."
Xena nodded, focused on polishing her sword, "Grab some apples, too, alright?"
"Will do!" Gabrielle chirped and hopped off down the road. Xena smiled, and shook her head. As she did, she noticed a scroll peeking out of the top of Gabrielle's traveling bag, the one she only took with her when they were moving on from a campsite.
I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I took a look...Xena thought. She always reads me her scrolls before they're done! Her mind made up, a guilty look on her face; Xena slid her sword into its scabbard and walked over to the bag. Pulling the scroll out, Xena noted the beautiful writing, and then began to read:
The Warrior Princess
A Legend
Her hair swishes through the wind, her sword sings across the air. The magnificent warrior princess raises her head, and her striking blue eyes meet that of her most recent nemesis – Tantrua! (Xena remembered fighting him...It had not been easy, but a peace of cake with Gabrielle by her side.) With a mighty war cry, and a flip through the air, the warrior woman landed in front of the evil warlord, and smile, her beautiful mouth and eyebrows forming a mischievous look, as she said to Tantrum, "What's the matter? Sword got your tongue?" And buried her sword in his throat.
With a look of distaste, Xena pulled out her sword, and turned to face her trusty traveling companion, Gabrielle. Gabrielle, fondly known as The Battling Bard of Potidaea, was merely a sidekick to the stunning Xena. After all, how could a simple village girl assist the wonderful Xena?
"Come on Gabrielle." The tall woman spoke with an air of grace and beauty rivaled by no other. "Let's go home." And together, the two women walked off into the sunset...
Xena was nothing short of stunned. First of all, Gabrielle had described her as 'striking, mighty, beautiful, tall, graceful, beautiful again...What could Gabrielle possibly be thinking? Xena thought, not really understanding
Second of all, Gabrielle had described herself as a 'mere sidekick!' As if! Xena thought. A simple village girl? More like the kindest, most beautiful woman in Greece! But Xena's favorite part was the ending. "And together, the two women walked off into the sunset..." How many times had she imagined that herself? A thousand, maybe more!
Xena's mouth dropped open, realization hitting her. Was it possible? Could it be that- that Gabrielle felt...the same way?