To any that may need to hear this,
It feels like so long ago now. I suppose it’s been years. But I still remember so fondly our desperate fight against the primal Odin.
“One more time,” our dark knight agreed, picking himself up again.
We had time enough, hope enough, to try just one more time. There was no room for error. It had to be perfect this time.
Engage.
Powerful blows, afflictions-- we had to work quickly to keep everyone alive. Dance in and out, don’t get hit, we can’t afford it.
“Sanngetall!” our warrior, my beloved, yelled. This strike, we all knew, could easily be a death sentence. But my love would never fall so easily. Not on my watch. And we were ready.
“I’ve got you!” I assured him, leaving the rest in the care of our scholar alone, if just for a moment.
The dance continued. There was no room for error, but after so many previous attempts, we’d learned the rhythm. Soon, however, our time grew short.
We gave it everything we had, and it seemed that it still might not be enough. But we knew we had to try. Even as the world grew dark around us, and we knew we had just moments to spare before oblivion, we kept lashing out into the darkness. Each frantic heartbeat, defiant. We dared to hope.We dared to stand. We had to try.
And when the darkness cleared... the primal’s final blow never came. It was we who stood remaining, triumphant, almost in disbelief.
And oh, how we cheered! I embraced my friends and loved ones, even as my hands continued to tremble. I scarcely believe any of us slept that night from the excitement of it!
I still think back so fondly to how we, in that 11th hour bordering hope and despair, managed to overcome our hardships and defeat our foe.
And I know that no matter what primals or fairy kings or anything else tries to stand in our way, we’ll always manage to pull through in the end. As long as we stand together and are willing to try... just one more time.
With all the world’s love,
A Hopeful White Mage
((If selected as a winner, I would like the Noble Barding, please!))