A flame dances in Their ashes. Hands sweaty, sticky. The night itself is Their only mourner. A sigh of relief, the only eulogy to ever reach our lips. Ignorant eyes enrapture such an epitaph of despair and martyrdom with pride. A billion eyes watch from the trees. Heat reaches my breast, chasing the night away. The soot settles on every tongue, choking a breath from every lung. It's a roar of pain, of progress... of hatred.
We kissed. We fought. But only I made it.
"-died for us sister, lets make the best of it." No wisdom is left for her, not tonight.
My eyes are dry, years pass and you find yourself dry, unable to blink when the foundation shakes as the bodies holding you up resettle. This time, only a spark remains, the one I used to light the pire.
Her death is on your hands.
The only whisper I will never allow nearly breaks from my cracked and bleeding lips...
They died for no-one. They died for only one. They died...
"...that's all that matters." The truth falls on deaf ears.
A litany of hope draws them to applause as Iorea raises the blade of Their might high, piercing the nightmare we wore for an Eternity.
I swallow the blood I spilt, wrapping the frozen tips of my fingers around myself. Everything is sticky.
I blink only when the final embers rest on my scorched crests. Smoke and dust coat my throat, fill my pours, I smile for the first time in seven years.
The year is 2180, my name is Nerea T'Oni and I killed a Goddess.