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Ugh, I hate being sick. It's bad enough that I have to sit around feeling unwell, but then there's the boredom of being too tired and weary to do anything but lie in bed. I've been spending most of the time either sleeping, reading, or looking around on the Network; hopefully tomorrow I'll feel good enough to get up and on my feet again. But today I'm in bed, and everyone seems to be talking about death today...so now I can't stop thinking about it, either.
How many times have I looked my own death in the face--or could have died, but didn't dare to think of it until it was all over? First, the dragon, and that one was my own choice to face. I wasn't afraid--well, no, that's a lie, I was afraid. I was terrified, in fact. But I did it because it was the right thing to do. It wanted me and if it meant sacrificing myself to save the kingdom...oh, but I was so scared! A dragon as tall as a house with three heads and jets of flame and those huge, glistening teeth...and that was just the beginning of the danger, wasn't it?
I wonder if I would've been more afraid in Tamir if I hadn't been so determined to get the fruit to save Daddy. I don't think I had time to be afraid then; I didn't have time to do much of anything, not with two lives ticking down and everyone counting on me. All the things I saw...
( OOC Cut--There Are Lots of Ways to Die in King's Quest )
Strange how looking back on it now, it all seems so terrifying. That graveyard still gives me the shakes, just thinking about it. But it was for Daddy, and terror or not, I think...I think I'd do it all again if I had to.
Ugh, I hate being sick. It's bad enough that I have to sit around feeling unwell, but then there's the boredom of being too tired and weary to do anything but lie in bed. I've been spending most of the time either sleeping, reading, or looking around on the Network; hopefully tomorrow I'll feel good enough to get up and on my feet again. But today I'm in bed, and everyone seems to be talking about death today...so now I can't stop thinking about it, either.
How many times have I looked my own death in the face--or could have died, but didn't dare to think of it until it was all over? First, the dragon, and that one was my own choice to face. I wasn't afraid--well, no, that's a lie, I was afraid. I was terrified, in fact. But I did it because it was the right thing to do. It wanted me and if it meant sacrificing myself to save the kingdom...oh, but I was so scared! A dragon as tall as a house with three heads and jets of flame and those huge, glistening teeth...and that was just the beginning of the danger, wasn't it?
I wonder if I would've been more afraid in Tamir if I hadn't been so determined to get the fruit to save Daddy. I don't think I had time to be afraid then; I didn't have time to do much of anything, not with two lives ticking down and everyone counting on me. All the things I saw...
( OOC Cut--There Are Lots of Ways to Die in King's Quest )
Strange how looking back on it now, it all seems so terrifying. That graveyard still gives me the shakes, just thinking about it. But it was for Daddy, and terror or not, I think...I think I'd do it all again if I had to.
