Word Count: 600
Story: Survivors' Guilt
Lesovikk walked wearily along. For three days, he had been fighting with a wounded rock lion.
And he had lost.
I am a failure, he thought, as he had so many times before. I am worthless. My team was lost, my village was lost, because of me.
He was so focused on his own hopelessness, he didn't notice the battle till he was nearly in it. Then a clash of weapons penetrated his haze of self-guilt, and he looked up.
A group of six Skakdi was hassling a Matoran wagon. They would rob them, and perhaps worse.
Lesovikk's hand tightened on his sword grip. How dare those Skakdi scum...
But then long habit reasserted itself. What do I think I'm doing? I'm no Toa. This isn't any business of mine. Besides, I'd just make things worse.
And he shrugged and began moving on down the road, ignoring the conflict.
But then a new figure appeared. A tall Toa of Fire ran up from the opposite direction. He carried two swords.
"Get away from the wagon, robbers!" he called defiantly. Then he saw Lesovikk. "Hey, brother! Give us a hand!"
Lesovikk looked at him grimly. He was very young, he thought. Young and naive. He would bet he'd never seen anything worse than a roadside scuffle like this one.
Oh well. Less trouble to help him.
Lesovikk advanced on the highway robbers. The other's combat skills were raw, but he had potential. They soon drove off the thieves.
"They might return," the Toa of Fire suggested. "Should we ride guard?"
Lesovikk shrugged again. "I guess I'll tag along."
The Toa hesitated, then spoke. "Why didn't you help them earlier? You're a Toa, aren't you?"
"I'm a failure. My whole Toa team died by my fault. I have no right to call myself a Toa."
The other stared at him.
"How did they die?" he asked finally.
"What?" Lesovikk said, startled. That was not the normal reaction.
"Did they die...like heroes?"
"Yes," Lesovikk said angrily. "Of course."
"I didn't mean to offend," the Toa said placatingly. "Would you tell me about their deaths?"
Lesovikk stared at the road. "A band of Zyglak came to our island. I was their leader, and in the middle of the battle, I hesitated for a second too long. They all died.
"Their deaths are on my head. I defeated those Zyglak, but I couldn't bring them back. I am a failure. I cannot pretend to be a Toa." He stopped..
"You make me sick," the other said.
"You say you're responsible for their deaths. So what?
"You failed once, so now you're exempt from even trying? You can drift along irresponsibly, without any rules applying to you? That's not right.
"Your friends were heroes. You have to make up for their deaths. You have to live like them - better, because you have all of them to live for. You have to fulfill their legacy."
Now Lesovikk was angry too. "What do you know about guilt, rookie? What do you know about 'legacies'?"
The Toa still glared at him.
"You're not the only one who's lost their team."
"My leader ordered me to escape. I did. But I never saw them alive again.
"I've often wondered if I could have saved them. I don't know. But I'm living the way they would have, not crippling myself with guilt. I want to leave behind as good a legacy as I've been given."
"Someday, Mata Nui willing, you will hear of me as a Toa who redeemed his past. Remember me then. My name is Toa Lhikan."
So I decided to write about two of the most popular fanfic Toa...meeting! I've always considered Lesovikk way too emo, so I enjoyed writing a story where he got yelled at, even if I did stay up way too late. And Lhikan - heroic, could have met him, lost a team himself - was the perfect contrast.
Anyway, I had fun. Which is really the point of this contest. Unless it's an evil scheme to deprive me of sleep, in which case it's still working, and if I need to go to bed so much, why I am still writing this never mind
Edited by Excelsior, Jun 05 2012 - 01:25 AM.