A/N: I have yet to finish "The Last Battle" but a friend spoiled it for me when they told me of Oskan's death. Thus, this was born. May be revised once I've actually finished the book.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Icemark Chronicles or any of it's characters.
My Beloved
She hates that he's gone, that he's been taken from her. She now knows the sorrow of Her Vampiric Majesty, she now understands.
She feels lost and slightly alone, uncertain of how to move on and yet determined to do so, because that is who she is…because that is, that is what he would have wanted.
Thirrin doesn't like the way things have ended…No, she detests the way things have ended and there is so much she regrets, but time cannot be turned back and deal with the consequences is what she must do.
She can't change where Medea's path ended. She can't change the battles they have fought. There is nothing that can bring him back to her.
The world is crumbling around her and her life feels like it is coming to an end, even though she's still breathing, even thought the blood is still warm in her veins.
Every corner holds a memory, every memory contains a feeling.
She's proud of him. He was her inspiration. Her light in the dark. Her rock in the raging storm…He was her air, the stars, the moon and sky, and along with her Kingdom and children, he was her every reason for living.
…and it hurts, it hurts so much that he is gone.
Yet, despite everything. Despite her anger, her sorrow and regret, Thirrin feels a sad sort of hope, because he told her they would be together again.
Her and her beloved.
A/N: I hope it's okay, especially since I have yet to finish the final book. The inspiration for this came from Bk 2 when Oskan told Thirrin that His Goddess and her God are neighbours, so even if they died they could visit each other in death.
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