Drabble time
Or 'short-fic time', if you want to be picky about it. They're both under de 200 words, so I call them drabbles.
Disclaimer: Laurian Trellan belongs to me. Give proper credit (and it'd be appreciated if you let me know about it) when you use her.
Rating: PG
Word count: 197
Author's note: The result of boredom and very little creativity. ^^; Could contain spoilers, though I think just about everyone knows about this already.
Summary: It had been five years since that night, and the guilt still hadn't diminished. Laurian knew it would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Comments and (constructive) critique are welcome.
It had been late when it happened. The skies had turned dark and they had been looking for the demon for hours. She remembered every detail perfectly from the moment she had heard that one frightened scream. Moira's red curls cascading down over her back. The fangs that had replaced her teeth, the claws that had replaced her hands. And that lost, desperate look in her eyes, the last remains of the girl she had once known pleading for her life.
But the demon wouldn't let her and claws lashed out at her. That was when instinct took over and everything became one big blur. All Laurian could remember was swinging her sword at Moira, and feeling a sharp pain in her left arm and thigh. And the surge of triumph when her sword slid through Moira's body, right through the heart.
Her vision cleared after that, and every detail was taken in again. The blood, the horrified expression on her friend's face and that deep, crushing sensation of guilt.
It had been five years since that night, and the guilt still hadn't diminished. Laurian knew it would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Disclaimer: Nashira Amir belongs to me. Give proper credit (and it'd be appreciated if you let me know about it) when you use her.
Rating: PG
Word count: 183
Author's note: The result of boredom and very little creativity. ^^;
Summary: There were times Nashira missed the strict, disciplined life of the military.
Comments and (constructive) critique are welcome.
Her father had been in the military his whole life. Even as a child, Nashira and her younger sister often accompanied him to the headquarters. Her father believed it was important that his daughters got familiar with the strict ways of the military at a very young age. Ras Asir, after all, was under military command.
Nashira enrolled into the army when she was fourteen and graduated her course two years later, which was two years sooner than most people. Her father was proud of her. That was also the only time in her life he had embraced her.
She didn't stay in the army, however. She and her father had a long conversation and concluded that there was more going on in the world than that the military could put stop. She left to travel around the world and take care of those criminals who always managed to slip through the loopholes in the law.
There were times Nashira missed the strict, disciplined life of the military. But she knew she couldn't go back after she had tasted this kind of freedom.
Disclaimer: Laurian Trellan belongs to me. Give proper credit (and it'd be appreciated if you let me know about it) when you use her.
Rating: PG
Word count: 197
Author's note: The result of boredom and very little creativity. ^^; Could contain spoilers, though I think just about everyone knows about this already.
Summary: It had been five years since that night, and the guilt still hadn't diminished. Laurian knew it would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Comments and (constructive) critique are welcome.
It had been late when it happened. The skies had turned dark and they had been looking for the demon for hours. She remembered every detail perfectly from the moment she had heard that one frightened scream. Moira's red curls cascading down over her back. The fangs that had replaced her teeth, the claws that had replaced her hands. And that lost, desperate look in her eyes, the last remains of the girl she had once known pleading for her life.
But the demon wouldn't let her and claws lashed out at her. That was when instinct took over and everything became one big blur. All Laurian could remember was swinging her sword at Moira, and feeling a sharp pain in her left arm and thigh. And the surge of triumph when her sword slid through Moira's body, right through the heart.
Her vision cleared after that, and every detail was taken in again. The blood, the horrified expression on her friend's face and that deep, crushing sensation of guilt.
It had been five years since that night, and the guilt still hadn't diminished. Laurian knew it would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Disclaimer: Nashira Amir belongs to me. Give proper credit (and it'd be appreciated if you let me know about it) when you use her.
Rating: PG
Word count: 183
Author's note: The result of boredom and very little creativity. ^^;
Summary: There were times Nashira missed the strict, disciplined life of the military.
Comments and (constructive) critique are welcome.
Her father had been in the military his whole life. Even as a child, Nashira and her younger sister often accompanied him to the headquarters. Her father believed it was important that his daughters got familiar with the strict ways of the military at a very young age. Ras Asir, after all, was under military command.
Nashira enrolled into the army when she was fourteen and graduated her course two years later, which was two years sooner than most people. Her father was proud of her. That was also the only time in her life he had embraced her.
She didn't stay in the army, however. She and her father had a long conversation and concluded that there was more going on in the world than that the military could put stop. She left to travel around the world and take care of those criminals who always managed to slip through the loopholes in the law.
There were times Nashira missed the strict, disciplined life of the military. But she knew she couldn't go back after she had tasted this kind of freedom.