She was sinking, deeper and deeper into the cold black waters. She was helpless to prevent that. Her son had tried to save her, but there was nothing that could have been done. She was too old. Too old to fight the monster Desghidorah, but she still fought. She was too weak to fly back to Infant Island to save herself and her son, but she still flew.
Sinking deeper and deeper, she could see her son on the surface, peering down at her, wailing for her. Deeper into the cold darkness, deeper into the watery abyss she sank. She knew no one would forget her legacy, and she took comfort in that. And that legacy would be passed to her son, who wailed on the surface for her, and she took comfort in that as well. The cold black darkness was clouding her eyes now, as she drifted down, down, down.
My son...Here I fall, but never will my legacy end. Here a protector falls, but another will rise again. Here I have fought many battles, and here will there be many more. Here your mother falls, but I will rise again in your heart. And in the hearts of all who mourn me. Our time may have been short, my son, but I loved you with all of my being. Always remember that...
A/N: I'm actually surprised at myself. I never write anything good on my first try. It takes me either 4 hours or a day to get it right. I hope you all enjoy this, but if you see the need for improvement, please let me know.