A Humbling Blow

[LatzMomo 2088]

 

A Humbling Blow

Amongst the chaos of the skirmish, an Elf was dealt a humbling blow, it rendered him unable to move during the rest of the skirmish, only being able to watch as he faded in and out of consciousness, he thought of his life, and the choices he made, he thought of how people would react if he had died, how many people it would upset, who he would hurt, and he thought about how he might be remembered, he came to the conclusion that he would only be remembered by his friends.

 

Robbie could have given in, but he did not, he fought it, he laid there panting with labored breath, waiting for it to end so that he could be collected and rushed to a surgeon, and eventually it did end, at first he had heard that the battle was indecisive, but he must have been out of it, and he was, he faded to sleep.

 

When the injured Elf finally awoke, bleeding on an infirmary table, Thomas Ruric had made it clear that they had won though the Elf didn’t know if he was just lying to make him feel better, and he also explained that he was going to live, the Poor Elf wasn’t sure, he didn’t feel like he was going to make it. . . regardless, he nodded and played along with his old friend, he was in surgery for hours, his brothers and friends waiting outside the tent to hear the results, finally the bloodied surgeon left the tent, telling the Elf’s friends and family about the surgery. “He is. . .” he paused for a moment, grumbling. “His condition is not good. . . I can do no more for him, the rest is up to the poor Lad.” he explained, opening the flaps to the tent.

His friends had rushed into the tent, terrified of how he would look, their fears were confirmed, he was officially more bad-ass looking then them. The Sky gods had given the Elf two scars to remember the atrocious fight that had ensued, one on his face, and the other on his belly, his friends would forever be jealous.

 

The Elf would be forever changed by the horrors of what he was forced to witness during the battle.

[Argontum 153]

"I thought he was dead for a second," a Mali'ame mumbled to himself as his gaze drifted over to the infirmary table, where the Elf laid. The Mali'ame sighed, and his right hand moved to feel the scar on his face, "Well... fortunately, he is still alive..."