‘Am I good enough..?’
Click. Click.
The sound of metal ‘tinked’ together softly like little bells with the movements of the woman wearing the proud armor. Her eyes were locked straight ahead to her destination. She knew by now where the beacon had been leading her to.
Click.
‘Will I be a good enough to be a paladin one day..?’
She came upon the devastated slowly, her sea blue hues steeled against what had befallen to her comrades. She walked slowly now, trying to find the source of the distress beacon.
‘Yes child. If you train hard enough, and follow your studies..’
She heard the faintest of sounds, turning her head in the direction to the fallen man. She knew, even at this distance, that he would not make it for more than a few minutes more.
‘And pray..’
She crossed the distance and knelt down beside him, strands of her blonde hair enclosing her face as she leaned forward. She gently reached to cup his cheek.
‘Then one day, you will carry the burden of saving the world from the darkness upon your shoulders..’
“Do not be afraid, brother.” Her voice was even and calming. She could see the fear on his face. They were taught not to fear death, that the light would greet them. But how could one not be afraid? “Is there anything I can do for you?”
Click. Click.
The sound of metal ‘tinked’ together softly like little bells with the movements of the woman wearing the proud armor. Her eyes were locked straight ahead to her destination. She knew by now where the beacon had been leading her to.
Click.
‘Will I be a good enough to be a paladin one day..?’
She came upon the devastated slowly, her sea blue hues steeled against what had befallen to her comrades. She walked slowly now, trying to find the source of the distress beacon.
‘Yes child. If you train hard enough, and follow your studies..’
She heard the faintest of sounds, turning her head in the direction to the fallen man. She knew, even at this distance, that he would not make it for more than a few minutes more.
‘And pray..’
She crossed the distance and knelt down beside him, strands of her blonde hair enclosing her face as she leaned forward. She gently reached to cup his cheek.
‘Then one day, you will carry the burden of saving the world from the darkness upon your shoulders..’
“Do not be afraid, brother.” Her voice was even and calming. She could see the fear on his face. They were taught not to fear death, that the light would greet them. But how could one not be afraid? “Is there anything I can do for you?”