Feathers of a Muse

by WingsofRequiem

Random pieces of writing, usually ranging from 200ish words to 1000 words, that I sometimes get flashes of inspiration to write. Some are short stories or drabbles, others are more like they were written by a champion himself/herself, and others are poems. Contains multiple pairings. Requests are taken. Latest Chapter: Diana and Leona

5. There is only death Mine, or Yours

My whole life's purpose has been to hunt you down. To make you pay. To bring justice to where it needs. My whole life, centered on you. And now, that I finally meet my blade on yours, as our blood spills on the sands below, a striking thought occurs to me.
You are my sole reason for existing. If I finally kill you, what more reason do I have to continue to live? I would be more lost than I ever was if I accomplish what I set out for.

Maybe that is why I can never strike that killing blow, turning the blade so it only glances a hit on you. Maybe you feel the same way, because you had your chances to end me yet you swayed your blade.

Are we cursed to forever be destined to cross our blades and strike at each other until one of us can't turn the blade in time? Or is this a sign that we should lay down our weapons and heal our wounds rather than make new ones?

Only time will tell... And until that time comes, our blades shall inevitably clash over and over again.