DEMISE?
"Lady Nightstalker the Red Rider had been defeated"
Something in those beautiful eyes broke. She closed her eyes and gulped as if to push down the pain.
But not for long.
Right now she did what the leader of the Varden was expected to do. Not what her heart expected her to.
"Very well then, let's bring on some celebrations shall we. And then prepare for the real reason we're in this war"
"Yes my lady"
They left.
Nasuada was now alone.
All but her misery and grief had left her.
Even love.
The Varden were to celebrate.
Her heart was to mourn.
Mourn the loss of love.
Mourn him.
Mourn Murtagh.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to shout out to the universe for its cruelty.
She wanted to rip apart anything that came in her way.
She wanted to get over with it.
She wanted to get over with life.
What was left of it anyways?
There was nothing to look forward to after this war.
There was no hope for love in her heart anymore.
She wondered if there was still a heart.
Had it not been shattered to a million pieces when it heard of his demise?
Had it not died there and then with him?
It would make sense if it had.
Because she couldn't feel a living vibrant soul in her anymore, all she could feel was some lifeless form. One that would go on as long as her mission remained then it would be no more.
Then she would be no more.
There was no reason to be anymore.
Just the mission her father had handed her.
Only that.
And then it was all over. She didn't need to be in the brutal ruthless world anymore. She would then want to be united with him.
Only him.
She would breathe now.
But with no life.
She would live now.
But with no soul.
She would exist now.
But once great Nasuada had fallen with the demise of her love.
It would be an existence for the mere sake of it.
Love was no more.
She was no more.
Only a lifeless soul finishing off a mission.
That was all.
And then she could go be with him.
Because that was where her real soul had flown off to.