Final Fantasy

Brave, Beautiful, Brazen, Brandishing my claymore,
I run rampant across the picturesque pixilated landscape.
Warrior woman, beware my wrath.
I wield my weapon with such style and skill, slaying the dragons.

Is that me?

I am just the geeky girl with the glasses who can barely lift her backpack.
A weapon?  The only thing I wield is a keyboard.

But woe to the digital monsters when I do!

I am transformed. 
Adorned with armor, I appear.  Along with my courageous compatriots, I cross the constructed countryside.
Battling the most ferocious fiends, my party parries the attacks effortlessly.  
Treasure abounds in our triumph.

Disconnect.

The power gone, the electrons scatter to the wind.  Reality returns.

The warrior is gone.

Or is she?

She's still on my hard drive, my friends’ memories, in my heart.

After all, save isn't just a feature on computers.

By Danielle Reynolds

©2004  Danielle Reynolds.  All rights reserved.  Note:  This story is free for distribution as long as a)the attribution remains b)it is distributed free of charge c)this copyright notice is kept intact.