Short Story: Of Strength and Skills

Everyone came to the caves with their dreams. Dreams of wealth, of glory, of a better life. Holding these dreams, they ventured into the dark caves.

And there was enough treasures for everyone, if they could go deep enough instead of squabbling among themselves at the surface cave chambers.

Using the light and scent of a fragrant candle as bait, she stood at a corner of the cave chamber and slashed the cave dwellers as they pounced at her. She aimed for their weak points to take them down one efficient strike after another until the cave chamber was cleared. Only then did she collect the treasures from the cave and any valuables left behind after the bodies disintegrated.

Sometimes, she crawled the caves with a group, sometimes she crawled alone. Both had their own dangers, so she made sure to prepare for both. In the caves, it was always better to be over prepared than under.

“Please be our teacher!”

But she wasn’t prepared for this.

She regarded the team of five before her. They had crawled the caves together a few times in the past. They weren’t strong, but they genuinely did their best to help and hadn’t backstabbed her so far.


Cave crawling alone was lonely. Even if she was strong enough to deal with everything herself, it would be interesting to change things up with regular teammates.

And if greed whispered its temptations and they decided to betray her, she would be prepared for that too.


Genre: fantasy


Related to Of Caves and Candles, Creative Cave Crawling, and Hidden History Held.

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