Of Heroes (a cookie with bad language)
Apr. 21st, 2004 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saitaina"I. Am. Not. A. Hero!" He ground out, ignoring the way everyone took a step back from him. His eyes locked on Link's and he gave almost a low growl. "You think this is a test, a way to prove myself worthy, this is nothing. I am a man. I am nothing worthy of greatness. I am human, with all the frailties that lie within. I am a person, struggling, fighting, and drowning. I did not ask for this, I did not want this."
"But you."
"Yes I passed your stupid test, I pulled the god damned sword out of the fucking stone. There is no other path. You say that no hero has left the sword, but that's because we have no other fucking choice. I am not a hero. I fight because I have to, because I am too scared to die. I am nothing more then a coward to stands in the way. Some call that bravery. But they are the same fools who look to a boy to embody all that they would also call good. I'm not a figurehead, I am not a monument, I am not a leader. I am just me, Neville Longbottom. I screw up, I fail, I trip and fall and more often then not land on my arse. The only reason anyone looks to me for anything is because I picked up a stupid piece of paper and read off of it. Because I walked out of this castle and returned alive. Because some idiot thought she saw something while smoking a pipe."
Neville closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, slowly blowing it out. He repeated the gesture before opening his eyes and looking at Link again. "I have fought, and will fight, only because there is nothing left for me to do. And I will die, because I was stupid enough to stand in the way." He pulled the hood of his cloak up and spun on his heel, turning his back on his friends, striding away from them, from the room, from the stupid pedestal and sword. He paused in the doorway, resting a hand against the worn wood. "The world needs their heroes. They need to believe in what they think they embody. I understand that, just as I understand the reason they look to me for that title. And I'm sorry you have come here, looking for that man. But I am not he." He left the room, leaving the others to stare silently after him.
(this was a scene, well, part of a scene from The End of the Beginning, Chapter Nine/12: Heroes, the full chapter can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=220364&chapter=12 or eventually *when me beta gets to it* on Schnoogle under my name)
"But you."
"Yes I passed your stupid test, I pulled the god damned sword out of the fucking stone. There is no other path. You say that no hero has left the sword, but that's because we have no other fucking choice. I am not a hero. I fight because I have to, because I am too scared to die. I am nothing more then a coward to stands in the way. Some call that bravery. But they are the same fools who look to a boy to embody all that they would also call good. I'm not a figurehead, I am not a monument, I am not a leader. I am just me, Neville Longbottom. I screw up, I fail, I trip and fall and more often then not land on my arse. The only reason anyone looks to me for anything is because I picked up a stupid piece of paper and read off of it. Because I walked out of this castle and returned alive. Because some idiot thought she saw something while smoking a pipe."
Neville closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, slowly blowing it out. He repeated the gesture before opening his eyes and looking at Link again. "I have fought, and will fight, only because there is nothing left for me to do. And I will die, because I was stupid enough to stand in the way." He pulled the hood of his cloak up and spun on his heel, turning his back on his friends, striding away from them, from the room, from the stupid pedestal and sword. He paused in the doorway, resting a hand against the worn wood. "The world needs their heroes. They need to believe in what they think they embody. I understand that, just as I understand the reason they look to me for that title. And I'm sorry you have come here, looking for that man. But I am not he." He left the room, leaving the others to stare silently after him.
(this was a scene, well, part of a scene from The End of the Beginning, Chapter Nine/12: Heroes, the full chapter can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=220364&chapter=12 or eventually *when me beta gets to it* on Schnoogle under my name)
