War of the Gods
"What are you doing?!" you demand, your words ending on a catlike hiss, glaring into the man's eyes. How dare he stop you from trying to kill yourself! He has no right!
You are only just able to hold yourself back from attacking him. If it weren't for the fact that so many others have been killed because of you, you would go for the dagger tucked into your belt and try to stab him.
But that would make things even worse.
"What are you doing?" the man responds. "Killing yourself is never an answer, no matter what the reason. Life is too valuable for that." He stares at you, looking and sounding a bit grim.
"It isn't any of your business!" you snap, not about to calm down, gritting your teeth a bit.
"No, it is not any of my business," the man admits, though his tone remains firm as he adds, "I think you had better reconsider what you were about to do, though."
"I don't see why," you reply, hissing again. "It would be much better if I was dead!" But... There's... something. You can't explain it, but his words are beginning to penetrate through the pain you are feeling. He's making you think.
Angrily, you violently shake your head, pushing away those feelings, even as the man says, some slight desperation coming through his tone, "It is never better to be dead."
"Well, you don't know why I'm doing this!" you snap. No one could understand. Were you not in the situation you are currently in, you would wonder at the desperation in the man's tone of voice. But, right now, you can't bring yourself to care.
"It does not matter," the man says, his tone sincere. He starts to reach out to you, but then hesitates, and lowers his hand again. "Please do not throw your life away, My Lady," he pleads. "It is too important."
For a long while, you do and say nothing, fighting a battle within yourself. You feel so tired, so helpless... Like you have lost all hope. But you can no longer continue with what you were about to do. There's something about this man...
Finally, you storm over to the side of the road, and pick up your sword, slamming it forcefully back into your belt, not making eye contact with the man.
"Are you going to be all right now?" the man asks you.
You shrug, and answer, "I suppose so, seeing as I can't actually kill myself now..." Your tiredness probably shows through your tone. You really can't gather yourself enough to try and stab yourself again - but you have to wonder. Why would this man stop you like he did?
"Good," the man replies. He places his hands in front of him, and bows politely to you. "I will continue on my way, then."
You hesitate, taking note of the sword in his belt. He's clearly a warrior, and you have people who are after you - maybe he could even protect you? At least until you figure out exactly what's happened to you.
What are you going to do?
You are only just able to hold yourself back from attacking him. If it weren't for the fact that so many others have been killed because of you, you would go for the dagger tucked into your belt and try to stab him.
But that would make things even worse.
"What are you doing?" the man responds. "Killing yourself is never an answer, no matter what the reason. Life is too valuable for that." He stares at you, looking and sounding a bit grim.
"It isn't any of your business!" you snap, not about to calm down, gritting your teeth a bit.
"No, it is not any of my business," the man admits, though his tone remains firm as he adds, "I think you had better reconsider what you were about to do, though."
"I don't see why," you reply, hissing again. "It would be much better if I was dead!" But... There's... something. You can't explain it, but his words are beginning to penetrate through the pain you are feeling. He's making you think.
Angrily, you violently shake your head, pushing away those feelings, even as the man says, some slight desperation coming through his tone, "It is never better to be dead."
"Well, you don't know why I'm doing this!" you snap. No one could understand. Were you not in the situation you are currently in, you would wonder at the desperation in the man's tone of voice. But, right now, you can't bring yourself to care.
"It does not matter," the man says, his tone sincere. He starts to reach out to you, but then hesitates, and lowers his hand again. "Please do not throw your life away, My Lady," he pleads. "It is too important."
For a long while, you do and say nothing, fighting a battle within yourself. You feel so tired, so helpless... Like you have lost all hope. But you can no longer continue with what you were about to do. There's something about this man...
Finally, you storm over to the side of the road, and pick up your sword, slamming it forcefully back into your belt, not making eye contact with the man.
"Are you going to be all right now?" the man asks you.
You shrug, and answer, "I suppose so, seeing as I can't actually kill myself now..." Your tiredness probably shows through your tone. You really can't gather yourself enough to try and stab yourself again - but you have to wonder. Why would this man stop you like he did?
"Good," the man replies. He places his hands in front of him, and bows politely to you. "I will continue on my way, then."
You hesitate, taking note of the sword in his belt. He's clearly a warrior, and you have people who are after you - maybe he could even protect you? At least until you figure out exactly what's happened to you.
What are you going to do?
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