The Middle Mary Sue
You raise your sword and stab the spider repeatedly. It dies screaming. Goldflower looks upon you in wonderment.
"Thank you," she says. "You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?"
"Oh, it was nothing," you say, knowing that you're faboulus. "But now we must make haste."
"Shall we stay and fight or take Esmyralda with us and escape?" Goldflower asks, her beautiful sparkling eyes wide with both fear and awe.
Yes, what indeed? The spiders are so many, and the situation is getting serious. Esmyralda is figthing her fight, but she seems wounded. One of the spiders got her arm, and she is weakened. Taking her with you would be a burden, since she will soon fade in the dreaded MDS (Movie Death Syndrome) desease. But then, she is also your friend, and you might find a way to cure her. It's not likely, but hey. Might happen. Still, you have a choice. Make it now.
"Thank you," she says. "You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?"
"Oh, it was nothing," you say, knowing that you're faboulus. "But now we must make haste."
"Shall we stay and fight or take Esmyralda with us and escape?" Goldflower asks, her beautiful sparkling eyes wide with both fear and awe.
Yes, what indeed? The spiders are so many, and the situation is getting serious. Esmyralda is figthing her fight, but she seems wounded. One of the spiders got her arm, and she is weakened. Taking her with you would be a burden, since she will soon fade in the dreaded MDS (Movie Death Syndrome) desease. But then, she is also your friend, and you might find a way to cure her. It's not likely, but hey. Might happen. Still, you have a choice. Make it now.