Prompt: Shield
AN: my take on what was going through Peter's head towards the end
Peter's fingers brushed against the golden shield at his side, wondering how that had gotten there - it hadn't been there when he ..left.. but now it was. A lump rose to his throat as he recalled the quest, the adventure, the magic, the.. woman he had been forced to leave behind. So much history within a simple golden shield - the magic within it long since gone, used up in protecting his friends from Ommadon's Black Hand of Despair [or whatever the hell that spell was - it was a pity he couldn't ask Carolinus. The old Green Wizard would have known]. He knew he should keep it - but the memories were still too raw, still too painful. He bent over and picked up the shield. "Not the watch," he said quietly, showing the pawnbroker the Shield of Saturn [forged from the mystic dust of her rings, his mind supplied, hearing it in Carolinus's voice]. "This."
Peter's fingers brushed against the golden shield at his side, wondering how that had gotten there - it hadn't been there when he ..left.. but now it was. A lump rose to his throat as he recalled the quest, the adventure, the magic, the.. woman he had been forced to leave behind. So much history within a simple golden shield - the magic within it long since gone, used up in protecting his friends from Ommadon's Black Hand of Despair [or whatever the hell that spell was - it was a pity he couldn't ask Carolinus. The old Green Wizard would have known]. He knew he should keep it - but the memories were still too raw, still too painful. He bent over and picked up the shield. "Not the watch," he said quietly, showing the pawnbroker the Shield of Saturn [forged from the mystic dust of her rings, his mind supplied, hearing it in Carolinus's voice]. "This."