Author's Note: WOW. It's really been a month. I'm soooo sorry for not posting anything lately, and for dropping out without explanation. I had guessed that life was going to pick up when I left off, but I hadn't imagined JUST how cray busy it would get. I really have no excuse, though. It's been a long few weeks, haha.
This is a short little snippet of something I was writing for a different story. It fit with this one better, so I kept the theme and changed everything else. Regular length updates, as well as a continuation of this arc and the last story snippet should be coming back on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The schedule will resume next Monday!
So some important news.
I did say that I was going to try and make it to 50. However, regular updates will only continue for three more chapters (next week). Past that, I hope to update this twice a month, on irregular days most likely. While this is my pet project of sorts, I have many other story ideas for different fandoms that I would like to write up. As a result, my attention is somewhat diverted. I'm also working on several original stories at the same time, which makes it difficult to find the motivation to write, haha!
All story arcs should be finished by 25, which I swear I'll do a special chapter for.
Best of wishes to anyone in school, summer is coming up soon!
Please review! Constructive criticism is always helpful, as are compliments!
Disclaimer: Not mine
I don't take too much stock in fate… A lot of that stuff comes out of the mouth of those who tell me I'll live a long and happy life. We both know that won't happen, and yet those crones think they have earned the right to charge me for lies. It's okay though. I lead a dangerous life anyway, so I have no doubt that I'm destined to die young. Hopefully gloriously, and on the field of battle. I'd hate to be one of the missing, or the fallen soldiers who died "dishonorable" deaths.
And you know what? It's funny. I don't even know what I'm fighting against. The Empire, maybe, or the Stormcloaks. Against the dragons? Perhaps. The Daedra? Not exactly. I live fast, and hard, and I live and die by the blade. That is the way of things. But I feel like so far, my quest has no purpose. I help people, only for them to have their homes burned down. I fight the dragons, only for stronger ones to appear. I murder, and I steal, and I loot, and where does that get me? The Empire wants me to join them. The Stormcloaks want a warrior. The people want a savior. They say I am their warrior, their savior. If they knew just how I live, would they still believe in me? I'm not the byproduct of some twisted whim of fate. I am my own person! And i refuse to conform to the standards set by people who have little concept of what it truly means to lead.
Enough of that. Last week, I got a lead on where the survivors of that town may be hiding. If he is among them, then perhaps I shall seek out my purpose in life. If not, he is merely another one I have failed to save. Another one whose "destiny" was to die.