"Please remember me..." Whispered a weak voice. The last traces of life were slowly slipping from her. Normally bright and kind panes of blue sapphires were now dull and weak. Yet deep within those optics was an unexpected acceptance.
"I will, child. Now sleep and have no fear of judgment..."
Grave Dancer brightened his optics as the memory faded back into his staff. He held it tightly within a claw. A hand gently running over the smooth surface. He shivered in thought of the countless others he had to watch die before his very optics. Their life slipping through his fingers like dust to the wind.
"I will forever remember you. Your memory will forever live on with the others. As long as I hold my staff dear to my own spark, all those I have taken shall never perish from memory." Wrapping his fingers around the staff, Grave Dancer stood up to greet the new day.
Golden rays danced along his onyx frame. Pushing the shadows back to pull the reaper into the light. The warmth wrapping around to keep him in a tight hold. One the rays didn't wish to release. Alas they were forced to give the reaper up when he began to move away from the golden warmth to the beckoning shadows. It was time take the life of another and forever bear their memory.
Alone.