Drip! The sound of cold fresh water droplets landing in a puddle of dark murky water. The fowl smell of decay and death would rote ones nose if they wandered into this dark section of Britannia during this chilly October night. The loud sound of the tussling and turning of the dry birch leaves gains the attention of none as the wind howls past the blackened forest ground. Years ago under the inky black sky of today, one would see the speeding fish of the cool fresh river they would hear laughing and the chatter of birds, feel the vibration of howls of a wolf and her cub, and finally the taste of the healthy forest air. Now though under the spilled ink sky not one of those remain, no beauty but that of death and time. The rivers are murky and black, the wolves are all dead and decayed while the forest now falls with age. Not one pretty sight in the death filled area we once would call beautiful, not a star in the dead sky that was once filled with them, not a friend to talk to in the abandoned forest that I walked. Past the dark river lays a graveyard one that could barely be called a graveyard for old shrubs that smell of dead flesh cover the tombs. If you walked down the paths of this area you'd come across an old moss covered tomb, the only visible one with old stone carvings spelling the words "Knight Of Zero" then below in a darker deeper carve "Suzaku Kururugi 2000-2018" the rest of the stone has been worn away by rain and time. If you could stand were no human has in the past century before this single grave you'd see me, a woman no older than 18 with ebony hair that ends by my chin and long bangs that hide my deep purple eyes. Then when you look at me closer you'd realize that the clothes that I wear are old and worn, they look as if they'd be for the richest of people for Kings or Queens years ago with the broken and dimmed red gems and the muddy white and gold fabric. Then as you wounder when I'd notice you you'll see dark old worn red spot near my heart and a strange red bird on my for head. Then as you come even closer I'd look at you to see your horror filled eyes as you come to one conclusion, that the woman before you is none other than the demon empress Lelouch Vi Britannia.
Hope you guys like this short mini-fiction. If you guys didn't understand it's in the long time future and Lelouch who has a code and is a female is standing by Suzaku's real grave.