A Merciful Release

I’m ready when we take the last straps off. So, when the creature lunges at me, I’m prepared. What I’m not prepared for is for it to beg for death.

“Please, kill me,” it says.

“What is your name?” The elf asks it, her voice soft, gentle, coaxing. I still don’t know her name and I don’t like it.

It turns its strange head to look at her. “Brax. My name is Brax, or it was.”

“Your name and who you are