The Doomed Host
It’s all just a memory now. Everyone and everything is gone. The greatest battle fought is the battle within. As I lay in the cart nursing my new wounds, the old wound across my left shoulder begins to ache with the thoughts of yesterday. The name of the town is so unimportant now but they were everything. Dyris and Elyna to their adventure group but Dad and Mom to me. So proud when I took my bow and arrow in hand and took down animals without thought or warning. Then that fateful day in the forest when all things changed. The hunting party from the next town over was in the forest looking for sport. The doe ran pass me so quickly — I barely stepped out of her way. Then the searing pain tears through my flesh and I drop to my knees. Is this what the animals had felt? There was noise and commotion as my friends rushed to my side. The hunters hurried over and gathered my limp body and carried me back to town. Each bump shot through my body. Each bump brought to mind an animal that I had killed without cause. The group rushed me to Malax’s temple. Elyna came running to my side. “Not yet, little one. There is so much that you will do.” She broke the tip of the arrow away from the shaft and quietly prayed over me. Cleric or no, nothing heals like the comforting touch of a mother. The wound began to close as she concentrated. The crowd was quiet as the bleeding stopped and I began to breathe easy. With each exhale, that lesson guided some many decisions.