(I know I usually do Total Drama, Bioshock, or L4D fanfics, but I also LOVE Mass Effect!)

We….we lost. Even now, after all those years in frozen sleep, the Reapers kill what remains of us. Our galaxy, our people…gone. All dead. My team and I fixed the keepers so that they will not open the Citadel relay ever again, but I is a small victory. The Protheans are no more. Our history, art, culture, all gone forever. My wife…my children….gone….

Rulers of the stars, masters of the Mass Relays, we were gods. All planets were ours. All systems were ours. And now…..a dozen, trapped on the Citadel with nearly no food or water. We will….I will die very soon. And after that, who knows?

There are signs of hope for the future. On some remote worlds there are signs of developing life which could someday, millions of years in the future, become the next sapient life forms to take to the stars. There are those small, cute little microscopic jelly like creatures and those fuzzy mammalian things that so like bananas. In time, they could become what we once were….I only hope they escape our fate. If they do then the prothean extinction will not have been in vain. They can start anew. And the galaxy we once called home will not be empty forever.

Yesterday we lost three people. One killed herself, jumped out an airlock, and the other two surcome to starvation. We won't last long here….The Reapers did a number on the station. Corpses everywhere. Not that it matters, the Keepers just drag them away to god knows where. We can't even give them an honorable send off those bugs are so fact at disposing of them. Perhaps it is a good thing. We are so very, very hungry….I thing we would eat anything, even…even the dead. But the guardians of the Citadel keep us from resorting to that.

I wonder…I wonder what they will think of us? Will they even remember us? Or will my people's legacy be lost to time? There were countless races before us. Our archeologist found some remains of their worlds. They were many, and they were strong. But like us, they were lost to those monsters. We do not even know their name….

Heh, from here I can see the upscale markets. They're in ruins now, but once they had the best merchandise any system could offer. I remember, about seven years ago I think, I brought her here. My darling wife, it was her first trip to the Citadel. She was so impressed. The center of galactic government, the upmost ideal of what it was to be a Prothean. And now look at it; a pile of rubble. This pile of metal and rubbish….is it all that's left of us? I know in a few years, long after we are dust, the Keepers will have fixed it up. They will have made all this ugly trash presentable to those who will fallow us. The fountains will dance with beautiful waters, the trees and flowers will bloom with beauty, and every inch of the station will shine with posh polish.

The only things we leave them are the beacons and Vigil on Illos. Apart from that, nothing remains. The Reaper white washing of the galaxy was very polished. I doubt they left any stone unturned. But even as they return to their cold home deep in dark space, we plan. I know I will not live to see it, but some day a race will rise and defeat them.

The Reapers will not succeed again.

But now…now all I can do is keep breathing. My team loses more members by the day. Soon I too will die….I will join them. My sweet wife, my daring children…I will see you soon.