Good Deeds

Ragnarok Shorts: Tales from the Spellbinder Universe
Ragnarok Rising Mythos

Doing good always brings helps to bring a little happiness into your heart, but sometimes it’s nice to get a thank you every now and then.

Author's Note

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Sometimes it’s hard staying humble, but it was a virtue so I had to at least try. Still, I had to admit I did good work even when I seldom got credit for it. My current venture was only just wrapping up.

She was in a restaurant, a ritzy one from the looks of it. Funny, how changing just one little detail had such a ripple effect. Before I got to her, she was holding a gun to her head, ready to blow her brains out. Judging from the way she was looking around she didn’t understand where she was, or how she’d gotten there nor did she seem to have noticed her new body.

I was beginning to wonder if she’d ever wise up, but then she finally glanced down at her chest. She let out a high pitched squeal and lurched onto her feet. I followed her into the bathroom and when she caught that reflection in the mirror she started to teeter on her feet. That’s when dark beads of mascara stained her cheeks, and I rolled my eyes as she started to sob. Why were mortals always so emotional? Wait, that last one didn’t sound like a sob, in fact it sounded more like a giggle, which was followed by a second and third.

I couldn’t blame her for laughing, I would be too if I found myself living in the right body after a lifetime spent in the wrong one. I doubted that she’d be posing in any magazines any time soon, she was far from ugly. She was pretty in a girl next door sort of way, which I think suited her pretty well.

“Hey, are you Ellie?”

“I, uh, well,” was all she said to newcomer who’d just stepped inside the restroom.

“Well whatever, there’s some guy out there looking for an Ellie.”

She moved to leave, but the other woman stopped her. “You know you may want to clean yourself up. Unless you want him to know you’ve been crying.”

She bit her lip, then grabbed a paper towel, dampened it and washed the mascara from her face. She didn’t spend any time applying new makeup, but I don’t think she knew how.

“There you are.” A tall dark-haired man approached her a moment after she exited the bathroom.

She looked nervous, but I really don’t think she should have. The two of them had grown up together in Meridian. In her old reality she’d never had the courage to tell him how she really felt and their relationship had never been a romantic one, but… well things had changed.

“Thank you, whoever or whatever did this,” she whispered to the open air.

She couldn’t see me, but I couldn’t help but smile, sometimes I did get credit for my good deeds. “You’re welcome.”

“Something wrong?” Jeff asked.

“No,” she bit her lip then looked around a final time before turning back to him. “Everything is just fine.”

The End

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Ragnarok Shorts: Tales from the Spellbinder Universe
Ragnarok Rising Mythos

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