All for One and One for Nothing By Shamel Mujtaba

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This was it. The moment of truth. The moment I had been waiting for. Waiting that lasted days, days to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. It was a torturous nightmare. But now the wait was finally over.

Its time.

Being out-of-practice was no longer an excuse. I had failed once already, a lifetime ago, and I could not fail again. My comrades were depending on me. Our group’s motto was, ‘No victory without sacrifice.’ Considering where we were, and what we were doing, it could be nothing else.

And once again I found myself in the same position I was in before. All eyes turned to me. Then they all turned away. My enemy had realized that I was still the same pathetic fool he had crushed once before. He stepped forward with malicious and evil eyes.  

This was like the final scene in America’s got talent, and Simon Cowell was expecting to do something never-before-seen that was impossible.

This was like the final round of master chef, and Gordon Ramsey was definitely eyeing me evilly whilst preparing his best insults yet.

This was like the final duel of Buzz light-year, and Zurg was preparing his auto-cannon to blow his plastic nemesis to smithereens.

No, it was much worse than all of these.

I have no time to ponder on fictional situations, this was very real – and very dangerous.

I had the deciding shot, between victory and defeat. My comrades managed to expose the last healing crystal the dragon possessed, and after this was destroyed he was doomed to die. The crystal was mounted high above our heads on an inaccessible tower of darkness that pierced the black heavens. My comrades had fallen distracting the beast from me so that I could seize my second chance at victory. I could not let them die in vain.

I released my arrow, and everything stopped. The sound of my anxious heart beating drowned the dragon’s cries of fear as the arrow heroically flew to his demise. It glided up, arched downwards and eagerly descended to the vulnerable crystal. I could almost hear the dragon dying.

Then darkness.

What happened?

“I told you to come for dinner twelve times!”

“No! I was almost done!”
My apathetic mother glared at me with unforgiving eyes. “Every time you turn that stupid game on you become deaf and blind to your surroundings. This is why I took this stupid game away the first time!”

“No! I was going to kill the Ender dragon! My friends were depending on me to!”

“Well you have successfully killed the mood of the table by not showing up.” And the true demon departed.

This could not be happening. My own mother had pulled the plug from my life-support. The desolate power plug to the computer lay down like an abandoned puppy. I fell off the couch onto my knees and raised my hand to the heavens. “Why God why? What did I ever do to you?” I shouted.

“Why!”

I hung my head. All my insufferable waiting was for nothing.

About froebelianwriters

I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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