Author's Note: This is the second section to the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. The first part of the story has been published as an introduction. You will find this story extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all sections will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot.
Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Happy reading!
Xena and Gabrielle ::: Gabrielle's Confession
All was quiet, only the peaceful sounds of the night could be heard. It was a beautiful summer night and billions of bright stars lit up the sky. Gabrielle lay before the crackling fire, feeling a cool breeze upon her face as the flames flickered, reminding her of hundreds of peaceful nights when she had lain on the bedrolls beside Xena just as she did now. Gabrielle's gaze caught upon the face of the full moon, seeing it's bright glow, then her gaze moved to Xena, seeing her countenance illuminated by the silvery moonlight. "Xena," Gabrielle spoke in a soft whisper, trying to get the Warrior Princess's attention.
Not long ago, Gabrielle had set her quill, ink, and scroll aside. There hadn't been enough light for her to pen another word. It was her nightly ritual, to write of her and Xena's adventures within her many scrolls she carried in their saddlebags. Gabrielle loved to write, and she was a very gifted bard. She wrote of Xena, her fighting skills, and how she and Xena faught together for the greater good. Because of Gabrielle coming into Xena's life, the Warrior Princess had changed for the better, and Gabrielle loved to write of that transformation in her scrolls. As they travelled they often came upon a tavern or an inn. Gabrielle would stand up before the crowd and tell her stories of their adventures, making a few dinars here and there from those who loved her stories. It was enough to get them some supplies for their journey and oftentimes a comfortable room and a hot bath for a pleasant night's sleep.
Gabrielle's writings had been difficult as of late. After Callisto had murdered her husband, making her a widow at just a bit over twenty years old, Gabrielle had struggled to find the words. Now Callisto's trail had vanished into thin air, and Gabrielle wasn't even certain if she would ever avenge the death of the man she had married. She couldn't make Callisto pay for her evil deed, when the horrible woman refused to be found.