Fic for 10_shakespeare
Title: Died A Hero
Author: simonarchangel
Fandom: Dresden Files
Play/Lines: Henry V: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. (King Henry, act three, scene one)
Rating & Warnings: PG-13, death
Summary: Remembering a comrade.
Simon grinned to himself as they met at the tower he was beginning to call home. Alexei and Vanya flanked him as they walked into the main audience chamber they used as a ready room for planning their excursions, as he'd heard his father describe it to his mother one evening when they'd thought he was gone. They were getting better at it, hunting the foul scum known as vampires. They had, by the grace of St. Peter, not lost anyone since Misha's fatal accident two months ago. They'd been lucky, learning more and more with each encounter they had. Three villages already had been purged of their scourges.
He nodded to those who'd greeted him. He'd taken what was once an idea born out of the madness of grief and wounded pride and turned into something that helped people. Now they were heading for their biggest challenge yet. There was a small nest of them out past one of the villages they had recently been to.
It'd be the biggest target they'd hit yet. Thomas didn't think they were ready, but Alexei and Vanya disagreed. Simon was of the opinion that they were ready, but had approved a more conservative plan of action than what Vanya had originally proposed. Alexei was with Simon regardless, but Simon knew his oldest friend was a trifle more satisfied with being more conservative.
It wouldn't do to underestimate their enemy. They'd learned that lesson in a hurry.
Misha's death had been their major wake up call. He still remembered visiting the boy-man's (for Misha had been right on the cusp of manhood when he'd joined them) parents along with Alexei. They had taken care to look their best when they brought Misha home. It was a very sad, solemn occasion and they took care to show all due honor to their fallen comrade.
Misha's mother had dropped to the floor, wailing when she saw them. Misha's sister and brother had borne the news well. Misha's father had merely helped his wife up to a couch in their parlor and then asked for all the information they could give him.
They told him as much as they could. That Misha had died with honor, sacrificing himself so that the others could get out. His father had been proud to hear this, that his son had not died in disgrace or for a foolish mistake.
His son had died a hero and he would be remembered forever for it, as long as there were hunters, Misha's name would be honored.
Simon took a deep breath before explaining the plan to his hunters. He had confidence they'd pull this one off without a hitch.
Author: simonarchangel
Fandom: Dresden Files
Play/Lines: Henry V: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. (King Henry, act three, scene one)
Rating & Warnings: PG-13, death
Summary: Remembering a comrade.
Simon grinned to himself as they met at the tower he was beginning to call home. Alexei and Vanya flanked him as they walked into the main audience chamber they used as a ready room for planning their excursions, as he'd heard his father describe it to his mother one evening when they'd thought he was gone. They were getting better at it, hunting the foul scum known as vampires. They had, by the grace of St. Peter, not lost anyone since Misha's fatal accident two months ago. They'd been lucky, learning more and more with each encounter they had. Three villages already had been purged of their scourges.
He nodded to those who'd greeted him. He'd taken what was once an idea born out of the madness of grief and wounded pride and turned into something that helped people. Now they were heading for their biggest challenge yet. There was a small nest of them out past one of the villages they had recently been to.
It'd be the biggest target they'd hit yet. Thomas didn't think they were ready, but Alexei and Vanya disagreed. Simon was of the opinion that they were ready, but had approved a more conservative plan of action than what Vanya had originally proposed. Alexei was with Simon regardless, but Simon knew his oldest friend was a trifle more satisfied with being more conservative.
It wouldn't do to underestimate their enemy. They'd learned that lesson in a hurry.
Misha's death had been their major wake up call. He still remembered visiting the boy-man's (for Misha had been right on the cusp of manhood when he'd joined them) parents along with Alexei. They had taken care to look their best when they brought Misha home. It was a very sad, solemn occasion and they took care to show all due honor to their fallen comrade.
Misha's mother had dropped to the floor, wailing when she saw them. Misha's sister and brother had borne the news well. Misha's father had merely helped his wife up to a couch in their parlor and then asked for all the information they could give him.
They told him as much as they could. That Misha had died with honor, sacrificing himself so that the others could get out. His father had been proud to hear this, that his son had not died in disgrace or for a foolish mistake.
His son had died a hero and he would be remembered forever for it, as long as there were hunters, Misha's name would be honored.
Simon took a deep breath before explaining the plan to his hunters. He had confidence they'd pull this one off without a hitch.