Fable - Ask Shadow and Ash | Why We Fight

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She bowed her head, and then turned her eyes back out the window.

There is no ghost, no grave, no throne so brave as the one who walks the waste and stalks the slain.

Memories unbidden, but they came all the same, as Mave stood beside her companion gazing into the rain.

The blade is fire and lightning, the sword is the shield, and as I wake I will keep fighting, eyes peeled, I will never tire.

Remembrance. It was moments like these when Mave kept her best. When the storm formed and the skies were grey, when the rain sprayed and the sky quaked, when the night kept her awake and the morning came, then glory was in her name.

Not Valthoras. That was not her honor. I am a daughter of the forest.

So, though her companion did not fight alongside her allies, she did fight in this war all the same, and she did fight beside Maveriel Valthoras in name.

Of darkened garb, of hearkened hearts, of purpose in deed against those worthless beasts, Mave watched and listened to her sister in need.

Irritation. It was a mountain on her countenance. It would not be long forgotten. There was glory in this, some white knights might say, but for Mave this was just business, for there were hordes that needed to be slain.

My bow. My blade. She promised her companion. “No,” the wood elf shook her head, searching for her sister’s gaze. “We will slay it.” Eyes into eyes. “Together.” A hand clasped her shoulder.

Monster. Nuisance. Menace. Intrusion. Irritation. Whatever. Mave would fight and bleed to her death. “We will end the threat of the night king.” A promise. A breath. The kind that a blight brings against a disease. "Then we will breathe..." Her gaze to the rain, Mave trained her companion's the same way. "And we will taste victory."

Te'leis

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