A bit of Story

In the midst of a novel I am currently working on some stuff ended up on the cutting room floor that simply did not need to be in the novel itself. but since the story is compelling I thought to paraphrase it here for fun. Keep in mind all the important plot points, names etc are omitted. Some of this did make it into the final draft but I'm not saying how much. Also note that is strait from my head into blogger and not even close to the same style, language and complexity used in the actual writing. Rather this is something you would tell around a watercooler.

In her travels the paladin Gabrielle fought against terrible evil alongside her companions, Her sword the Legendary Angelfire shone with white fire when it was angry. Forged in the fires of the worlds creation the angelfire had no peer among god or mortal. Such was it's power that the gods exiled any who wielded it. The sword possessed a powerful will of it's own and overcame the maiden on a number of occasions. During a retreat from Brenntor to the western lands she was seperated from her companions and forced to wander along side the exiled Brenntorian knights. Among them she meet a conniving yet charming Dark Elf (Not Drow), The sword disapproved of their affection but could do nothing for several weeks. After a skimish in the death slit gorge she was injured and left for dead. The Dark Elf searched the dead and wounded for her but couldn't find her before the army shipped out. A few days later alerted by a frantic spell her companion Atkin Ro arrived.

Atkin Ro was a former sellsword (Merc) who gave himself in service to the goddess of healing after she restored his arms to him. He used his powerful magic to cure Gabrielle and the two fled the approaching army for the safety of the knights march. After several fitful days of marching the swords anger festered in her mind. Filled with thoughts of her lovers betrayal she pushed on harder and harder until the knights were finally in sight. With each step the sword spoke of the elves possible betryal and the new lovers he could persue. When she reached his tent he was asleep aside a bottle of elven wine, She held the raging angelfire above her head and plunged it into his heart. The elf's eyes flew open and he did not scream; even as the searing flames consumed his body. All he did was mouth "I love you". Within a second her rage cleared and she removed the pulsing wrathful blade, wordlessly her innocent lover died.

Realizing now the terrible thing she had done Gabrielle marched out of camp to the east toward the land of Dragons. Arriving only a few moments too late Atkin Ro found the elves battered body. His Goddess Avolin appeared in the depths of his mind telling him the tale of the lovers who could not find happiness. "Her soul is not yet beyond redemption my servent, if you truly love her I give to you the gift of restoring lost souls. Mend his body and I will send the soul back to you. Only with the love of one also cast from the light can she find happiness and lay her torment behind her". Focusing his energies and devotion Atkin Ro prayed with all his heart, Though cast from the light his actions were unselfish and the gods restored him.

Atkin Ro and the Elf travelled together following Gabrielle all throughout the war, always they would appear one step behind her path of destruction. When they met on the Thorne road leading back to Brenntor Gabrielle had amassed an army of followers. Turned away from the wisdom of the gods she sought her own path out of a world filled with more and more evil. The elf tossed aside his bow and sword and walk to the hellbent maiden. The angelfire hissed with energy as he stepped toward her, the army winced and grew anxious with each step.
"My love, I have forgiven you". Gabrielle stood unmoved, her armes eyes wandered between them constantly. "You are a fool she spat, I am happy to fight for my people. I do not need the fetid bed of a dark elf" Stung by her hateful words the elf lowered his head. "Gabrielle..." Atkin Ro urged "don't do this, come back with us." Her eyes flashed with hatred, then cooled to a icy glare. "I will kill you Servant of a false god and your pathedic elven wretch. The sword twisted her mind making imperfect into evil, flaw into obsession. In her eyes was the suffering her people endured and her heart could not carry it all. As they walked away both knew that she would never love again and lost was her last chance to be redeemed.

This was originally 8 chapters worth of the second book in my series, due to adjustments I had to cut most of it. Please enjoy this peak into my early creative process.