The Edge: Fantasy

I've been to the edge, where I stood and looked down. I've lost a lost of friends there, and I always remembered them in my prayers and thanked the goddess that I hadn't joined them. But now, with the way things are, and the village government.... It's all so peaceful and calm, and everybody patronizes me when I talk about how they should be more careful, how they should still train in arms. They are annoyed with me, too, like one would be with a senile elder who always frets about the yang-li migrations. I am not so old yet. I am only just entering the middle years, and I'm still strong enough of arm to beat any other in the village, not that that's saying much these days.


Inspiration: "Ain't Talkin' Bout Love" - Van Halen
Story Potential: medium
Notes: So naturally s/he goes over the edge, back to the battle--or to start a battle. Or to find a battle lost and to save it after the end.