(just something I have been writing for the creative writing forums of a game I play, figured it deserves to be up here as well)
Today I die.
This is not something I say lightly. Nor is it a declaration of hopeless surrender. I say this because it is the simple truth. Today I die.
The fear of dying drives a lot of mortals on Telara, I have seen more than a few enter dark pacts to try to bargain for as much time as they can gain, this fear is the great equalizer among most of us. Even my people, long-lived as we are, have their own that try to hold on to life. We try to say it is the duty given to us, that we can not leave it for the lesser races, but it is fear. Simple and clear.
My swords parry, then strike. Parry, then strike, never stop. Always in motion.
To embrace death, to truly accept it, is not giving up life. It is becoming aware of just how precious and fragile these moments truly are. To become alive and truly live. In accepting my eventual death, I become focused on my task at hand. Standing by the side of my kinsmen and my friends, as the mad king opens a Rift to destroy us all.
This would be a good death.
In a flash, before my swords can even finish their first, and last, victim. The Shade takes us. We die in the thousands. For the cause of freedom, we die.
It should be over.
Nothing ever ends.
The Vigil awakens me. Awakens others. We become the Ascended, brought back not for our virtue, or our nobility, but for our skill and our might. The desperate act to save a world from eventual death.
All of us are afraid of dying, even the gods it seems. Yet here I stand, alive. I raise my swords in to the air, catching the first rays of the morning sun.
I begin this day of my ascension as I would any other. With a simple declaration.
Today I die.