wendyfulmother:
@80smuses continued from ( HERE )
Wendy listened to the magician’s words, teal hues filled with understanding. She gave him a gentle nod. “I promise I won’t take it for granted. I do value my life more than anything in the world…Yet…” She paused for a moment, lowering her head slightly. Her hand gently gripped the fabric of her pastel blue nightdress.
“If the time comes that I must give up my life to save someone I love dearly…” The twelve year old heard her voice slightly quiver as she spoke. She looked up back at him, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes but they dared not fall from them. “…Then I will let it be taken away from me.”
Oy... What was with this kid, talking like she was a martyr ready for the lions... Schmendrick barely remembered his long-past childhood, but he was certain he had been more preoccupied with toys and games of hopscotch than the existential dread of possible self-sacrifice. “You’re a brave one,” he admitted, “if a little grim...”
“Come on, now. No more talk like that, huh? Nobody’s asking anybody to give up their lives today.”













