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broadsword_babe
The dream always starts the same: someone lurking in the shadows, waiting for her. She doesn't know who he is, he never says.
He strikes quickly and efficiently before blending back into the shadows. She has no time to ready her defences before he strikes again. She knows she can't win, not against someone like him.
He strikes. She blocks. But it's always too late. He's quicker, better, stronger. She doesn't give in. She can't give in. It isn't in her nature to give up, admit defeat.
The darkness, the unknown is his ally. It is just as much a weapon as his sword. She's helpless to fight it. It's a feeling she hates. She is not weak. She is a warrior.
And yet, the dream always ends the same.
There can be only one.
It isn't her.
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ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:29 am (UTC)Edit: Er, not awesome that she died but awesome prompt!
Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:33 am (UTC)Just one of her many recurring nightmares.
Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:36 am (UTC)Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:39 am (UTC)*mun!wibble*
Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:42 am (UTC)*hugs Quinn*
Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:50 am (UTC)Re: ooc!
Date: 9 Apr 2009 01:55 am (UTC)