Note: Wow. This only took a half-hour to write. It probably makes no sense- its just some babbling from a die-hard Ameria fan. This story has no point. So no flaming. My friend and I got in this stupid little conversation that somehow turned to the thought of Xelloss killing Ameria. This very thought made me cry and become depressed. Ameria is such a special character to me. I had to get this out of my system. Don't read it if you know what's good for you.
This takes place fifteen years after TRY. Zelgadiss is in the library (still in chimera form) and is writing his feelings down on a scrap of paper. He has given up on his search for a cure.
Disclaimer: I'm in SUCH a bad mood. Don't make me write who the owners of Ameria are!
Ameria. The first time I ever said that name, it felt special. Something about they way that her name rolled off of my tongue made me want to say it again and again. She seemed to be nothing special- just a short, immature little girl. She seemed to have no depth to her- living in her fantasy world that came from spending her whole life in a castle. But I was wrong. There was more to her.
That time. She ran behind me and clung to my cape for protection against the demons we were fighting. This would have normally annoyed me, but this time I wanted to protect her. When she was absorbed into the wall, I wanted to protect her. When we used the Ra-Tilt together- I knew that something about us had just clicked.
She was still annoying and selfish at times. But only about little things. I could see that she was looking after everyone, making sure that nothing bad happened to them all the time. She cried easily. I was surprised by someone so delicate- yet so tough at the same time. It felt awkward to speak to someone who seemed to not even notice the color of my skin. She was always doing things for my good, though I never gave her anything in my return.
She encouraged me not to be depressed- to help me get along with the others. She wanted me to stay with her every time our adventures came to an end. I refused, thinking that something was more important. Something that I knew was impossible deep in my heart.
Ameria. As my relationship deepened with her, I didn't want to leave her. I felt my body move on its own to protect her. I didn't care what pain I felt as long as she was safe. As Gaav's blade pierced my skin, the last thing I heard was her calling my name. My name that sounded so much better when she said it. She made sure I was okay.
I felt her grow limp and cold in my hands when Phibrizzo shattered her life away. I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought that she was dead. The source of my happiness. The center of my life. My Ameria. I screamed her name, hoping to revive her.
Yet I still refused her invitation to Seyruun. I didn't see then that she really didn't care how I looked. I wanted to please her by looking normal. I made her miserable. She thought that I didn't love her.
The bracelet I hold in my hand in from her. She gave it to me along with the word 'I love you'. How special those words were. If only I wasn't so stupid. If only I wasn't so selfish. If only...l If only I had realized what the most important thing in my life was.
Always looking out for others. Not caring about herself. Making everyone who knows her a friend. Ameria... Oh, Ameria...
I love you.
I love you so much.
Forgive me.
End Note: I hope that wasn't too creepy or anything. That was probably boring and full of gaps- but I HAD to get it out of my system. Sorry. No flaming. I'm in a very bad mood. So bye...