Koth stood stiff backed just out of the shade of the command pavilion, performing the most important task there was on a battlefield. The duty of protecting those who controlled the battle strategy was his. But he was distracted. His dark eyes scanned the battlefield that stretched to the horizon before him. It had been three weeks since he had fought a worthy opponent, that fool smiling hulk, and the fact that it had gone unfinished chewed at his soul.
He scanned the field, hoping to see him again. He did not.
“At our core, we are all creative beings. Whether or not you can see it now, is irrelevant. You will see it, as all do, eventually.”
The words came back to Ral at the strangest times. They would often snap him to attention, to a greater perception of himself. At those times, he would travel back and hear the words new again, as if they had been spoken only moments ago.
Bob’s voice was soft to the point of timidity. That irritated Sharon more than anything. A man like Bob, a big, broad, hulk of a man, should not sound timid. Not when faced with certain death and definitely not when faced with a hundred pound, goth girl who just wanted him to go away.
“Yeah, that’s it. I can’t take it anymore. And don’t look at me like that. You had to know this was coming. Even you’re not that dumb.”