Makoto sat, staring out her window. The noise of the neighborhood came in through the cracks. It was a rather old house and it didn't help that there was a music festival going on outside. She didn't like being out with all the people like she used to. She did, however, enjoy listening to them live their lives. She couldn't stand it outside. She hadn't been out in 4 years. The last time she hadn't been afraid of going outside was when THEY were still alive. Agoraphobia. That's what they called it? She now ran a business from her computer, which paid the bills and the wonderful thing about this day and age was that she could get her food and supplies right to her door. The hard part was getting it, or worse, when something she personally couldn't fix broke.
The festival outside calmed her soul, made her not think so well on that day. All of them together they each gave themselves up to the fires and fighting. Her beloved, her bretheren. Their lovers. All lost but her. She was left with the task of staying guarding. A single silver egg lay on her dresser. The nicest thing she owned.
Why was it her? How could they do this to her? Make her the protector of the future and make her powerless to defend it?
It was with all of her being that she held the egg alive, all of her powers lay wrapped around it. For this reason she was frightened of going outside. She was frightened of being to far from it, of loosing their souls. She had only 1 more year to this dark sentence. Only 1 more year and then her body would deteriorate. But then it wouldn't matter. Then the souls she held in her little egg would be well again. Nearly what they once were and whole enough to exist on their own. Nevermind that her own soul was being shed in the process. She would die and disappear, they would live on and that was good enough for her. A tear fell from her face. The music could only help her so much. The memories of that fight, of their death, flooded her and she broke down, screaming in pain that she could not really feel.
Just one more day. One more day after that one. All she had to do was think like that. That's all that mattered. She felt a little bit more empty today. Maybe she would be lucky. Maybe she would be completely empty at the end. She wouldn't feel it coming. Wouldn't care. Oblivion.