Rating: Mature
Warnings: Character Death, gaur
Genres: Horror, Spiritual
Length: double drabble
Summary: Everyone on both sides has always claimed – some grudgingly, some pridefully – that Men are much less than Elves in most cases. But is that really so?
Notes: Timeline: War of Wrath.
Author's Ramblings: I can no longer post anything to FFN from home, at least for right now for an unknown reason, so I depend much on a student's laptop, and also recently the school's computer which before now refused to display FFN. So please understand if I do not manage to answer any incoming reviews. I can indeed read them though.
42. Anatomy
Basic Physical Fairness
The Elf is beautiful, in an almost unearthly sort of way. Standing beside her and working on the injured side by side with her during this long war, I have always felt quite inferior, unworthy, and slightly envious. She never hesitated to point out my mistakes in treating patients and my weaknesses in the healing areas as well, though in a somewhat gentler, more cultured tones than what my own kin would say in her stead.
But now, as she lies nearly dead at my feet, having futilely trying to defend us from the orcs that are now surrounding our healing tent, I know better. Blood – the same vivid red colour as mine and those of other humans – gushes from the arrow wound from her chest, above her heart, pumping out on each heartbeat.
And as the blood trickles out on its own at last from the wound I thought fatal only for the Mannish kin, despite my best attempts to stem it completely before it is too late, the brightness and sharpness of starlight leaves her eyes.
There is no more blood in her heart.
The Elves are not immortal, then. Their bodies are governed the same as ours.