Rashad Longest Night😔
The little ghost looked at me without fear.
"Will you play hide and seek with me?"
I had crossed battlefields littered with corpses. I had carved through vampires, bandits, and cultists with Goldbrand until the blade glowed red with their blood. Boethiah teaches that strength is earned through struggle, and I had never questioned that lesson.
But a dead child asking for help...
That was different.
Helgi should have been laughing beside a warm fire with her mother. Instead, she wandered the ashes of the home where she had burned alive, waiting for someone who cared enough to listen.
That night, I did not hunt for glory. I hunted for justice.
Every step toward her grave was heavy. Every swing of Goldbrand against the vampire responsible carried more anger than any duel I had ever fought. Not because Boethiah demanded blood but because evil had stolen a child's future.
When Helgi finally smiled and said she could sleep, I understood something.
Strength is not measured by how many enemies you kill.
It is measured by who you choose to protect.
The longest night of my life ended not with a victory, but with the quiet words of a little ghost finally allowed to rest.