My Immortal

A Post FIN tale

by Paully Adams aka abbaspice1

Disclaimers: Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series are copyrighted to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures; just borrowing for this story. The story is mine. Please contact me before using any of my stuff. Thanks.


ROMANCE WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This is subtext, just like the TV show.

Inspiration: The Evanescence Song "My Immortal" played during the entire writing of this story.


How long has it been? Days, moons, even years has past by, but the wounds that were inflicted on my in Japa won’t heal. I find myself, my mind, reliving our days together. In my head, I am still trapped in the past. I can still hear your laughter as it echos in my ears. I can still feel your tears on my fingertips. I can still hear your breath and your heartbeat.

After all this time, you still captivate me. I still hear your voice no matter what I do. During the nights, your face haunts my dreams. During fierce battles, I hear you giving me instruction. During my lonely moments, I hear your sharpening your sword. Then I look around, and you are not really here. I am slowly losing touch with my sanity and with reality.

So now I hide. I no longer wear the revealing tops; so afraid that someone will spot the tattoo and recongnize who I was. I avoid crowds and villages. I haven’t been in Greece since the last time we were there--just too many damn memories. The Battling Bard of Poteidaea died in a battle against the Roman legion in Egypt-- that is what I wrote in my last scroll.

When you needed me, I was there-- to catch every tear, to fight back every nightmare, to believe in you when no one else would. Now I cry by myself, living a constant nightmare where you still haunt me. I gave you half of my soul and now you won’t give it back.

Why are you still here? I did everything you wanted. Your urn sits in your family crypt. I went to Egypt and fought there for a time. I’ve given over half of my life to fighting for the Greater Good. I have nothing else to give.

Part of me wishes that you would go away. When you first died, the ability to still see you, still feel you was a blessing. But now, that blessing has turned into a curse. I can’t go back and I can’t move forward. I’m alive, but not living. Trapped between two worlds, that is the existence I have now.

All because of my immortal love for you.

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