Subject: [revengefic finale] The Final Word
From: Stormwalker
Date: 10/5/1996, 3:39 AM
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Well, here it is... as I promised.


Stormwalker <stormwalker@airmail.net> proudly presents...

			An End to Revenge - The Final Word


	Onna-Stormwalker examined herself in the mirror.  Roughly 5'6", with a
slight build and a dancer's body, she was a pleasing sight.  Long,
flowing brown hair caressed her shoulders, and a defiant flame burned in
her emerald eyes.  For a moment, she was lost in the memories which
surrounded this form.
	Slowly, she pulled herself back into reality.  She had long since come
to accept the curse, even to cherish it to an extent, for it was part of
what made her who she was.  For this, the Knight Sabers were forgiven.
	Her fiance(e), currently in her male form, entered the room, bringing
on another bout of soul-searching.  Here too, the harm done was minor. 
Starlight had readily adapted to the changes, as she was not easily
embarrassed, and looking back they could see how the paired curses were
a hidden blessing.  Neither of them doubted that it was intentional...
even after all her anger, Nene was not the type destroy a person's
life... or a couple's.  Again, the Sabers were forgiven.
	Truthfully, she held no bitterness at all.  Given the opportunity to
revenge herself upon the revengers, she had declined.  To her mind, she
deserved exactly what she had gotten, and further repayment would only
tip the scales again.  There was no sense in escalating the conflict.
	It was this path of thought which would lead to the denoumet.  The
Knight Sabers could not stand guard over her forever, and yet they
feared to leave her be.  Seeking to allay this fear, she had made a
promise.  "I will never willfully destroy you."
	It was an odd promise... both more and less than it seemed.  Certainly
it held no guarantee of immortality, nor even of safety from a violet
death.  After all, even a memory is proof against destruction.  On the
other hand, it guaranteed that they would never be forgotten nor
separated.  The Knight Sabers would live on for all time.
	The agreement had not been easily reached.  Promises are abstract
things, and difficult to build a resolution on.  Priss, ever the
skeptic, delayed the parting of company longest, but eventually even she
realized the value of the writer's word.  In the end, they had separated
on cordial terms.  Each had won something from the deal.
	
	Once they had left her, the Storm took up a new role... that of
defender.  Some of the invaders had remained aggressive, and still
friends were in danger.  She offered herself as insurance against such
threats, and even helped to contain some of them.  Nevertheless, she
would not participate in any counter-strike.  Indeed, she made a
concerted effort to distance herself from such endeavors.  After all, if
her experience with the Knight Sabers had taught her anything, it was
one simple fact.  Nobody wants a war.
	Eventually, it was all over, and things returned to normal... or at
least as close to normal as they could be after what had transpired. 
Certainly the curse had altered  her.... she liked to think it was for
the better.  If nothing else, it had tempered her - after all, as she
was fond of saying, "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." 
And as anyone would attest... she's not dead yet!


fin.


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Douglas A. Reeves
05 October 1996
02:52 CST
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