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From: elrich@ksu.ksu.edu (Kip J Mussatt)
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Subject: STORY: When Gods Cry - prologue - please critique
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Date: 4 Oct 1995 10:17:11 -0400
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The Last of the Company
Gently laying his body on the pyre, tears began to form in Axel's eyes. The arrow
Hans had taken had been meant for her, and that made it all the worse. Why did Hans have
to save her at the cost of his own life? She loved him and now he was gone too. How brief
had been their love. She took the locket she had given him from around his neck. This
would be all she had to remember him by. A tear fell onto his blood stained lips. She
kissed him on the mouth and combed his dark hair back with her hand. All the things they
had talked about doing. All the places they wanted to see, she would have to see them
alone now.
Why did he have to die? It just wasn't fair! She should be laying on the funeral pyre,
not him. She kissed him once more and stepped back towards her fire. Picking up a torch,
she lit the kindling on the boat then gave it a push out to sea. Tears now ran in streams
down her face.
"Good bye Hans," she murmured. Would the gods remember her pain? Or were they
even listening? Axel wiped the tears from her face to no avail and donned her helmet once
more. She stood at the shore and watched the death boat burn as it floated towards the set
ting sun and out of sight.
And she cried.