Rest now little one,you've earned it. The sun is setting and the night draws near.
Sleep peacefully and know that you are loved, Nothing can harm you now.
When you awake, you will be in a wonderful place, filled with love and peace.
How I wish you could tell me what you see, what must it be like to walk with the angels?
Are you looking down on your loved ones that remain here, are you watching us as you stand next to the ones who welcomed you home?
We spoke of you today, but that's nothing new. I hope you were able to see it too.
We lit candles and spoke the words that we held in our hearts, the ones we'll never get to say to you in person.
Many simply said a quick thank you as they passed by.
It was devastating to know that I would never again hear your voice, see you or -
The prince gave a speech in your honor, he spoke of the many ways you touched our lives, saved us and entertained us. Russia's greatest hero, that's what he called you.
The sorrow was clearly heard through is words. He invited others to speak for you and the things they said, you would have loved it.
When it was my turn to talk and I saw you, lying there, sleeping eternally my heart shattered. Never before had I felt such a tremendous pain in my heart. I hope you'll forgive me,
I could barely say anything at all. I found my voice and I told a story.
A story of a friendship that was quite different than any other.
Two friends who came from different 'worlds' One who did extraordinary things and the other who sat back and and watched in amazement at what was achieved by such a tiny being.
I finished by letting them all know that, despite the fact that you have gone, your legend will go on for generations to come.
Don't worry, I won't allow you to be forgotten, not ever.
You will be remembered forever as Bartok the Magnificent, the one who gave his life for the people of Moscow.
I know that in some way, you will always be with us.
Goodbye My friend, from a country who will miss the sound of your voice, your presence, and the wings of your compassion, far more than you could ever imagine. I shall keep you close in my heart until the day we are reunited. Until then, from everyone down here, From your best friend, who loves you dearly, Thank you.
Zozi put his pen down on the table and took in a shuddered breath as he wiped way a tear. He looked over the letter once more before rising from his chair and walking to Bartok's room, Once there, he placed the piece of paper on the bed lovingly and with one last look, he turned and left wandering back down to his room where he once again sat down at his desk and picked up a pen, he began to write.
Bartok The magnificent
Moscow's greatest Hero
By
Zozi
He reached for another paper.
In loving memory of a tiny bat, who had such a huge impact on our lives.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this short story that goes along with Heaven Needed a Hero