Remember Me
A Myrrh and Saleh Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Some things never fade.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rated: T
Warnings: Depression, Mental Health, Character Death
Time was simply a concept for Myrrh.
If she set her mind to it, she would have said she was near her 1300th year. If she allowed herself to reflect, she would have said that it had been a hundred eyars since she'd help roil the langs of Magvel, returning them back to peace and fortune and away from the hands of the Demon King.
But Myrrh had not thought of her past in nearly a century. No, she had turned her back to it, afraid to think of the lover she had once existed with.
As she crossed a glade in the Darkling Woods, she felt her shoulders burdened with that same familiar weight, body slumped beneath an intangible cloud of sadness and hurt, body numb. Even her wings, normally well kept, were ragged and covered in moss from years of disuse.
Blinking, she opened her eyes and saw Saleh running through the glade, silver hair shifting in the breeze. She reached for him, and he disappeared, flickering from her field of vision and settling back into the depths of her mind.
Soon, she happened upon a small clearing and she paused, exhaling. A small, clean headstone rested near a tree, darkened by dragon fire and warped by time. She knelt, and felt her body convulse, shaking hard.
Myrrh knew that Saleh would kiss her tears away, would tell her not to worry, yet the memories of his touch, their intimacy, and their time together tugged hard at her heart, threatening to end her. Yet she was practically immortal, and time had worn her spirit down. She had eons left to this world.
Saleh had none.
Tears fell faster as Myrrh collapsed onto the ground, arms thrown around Saleh's gravestone. "Saleh!" She cried, voice ringing out. She howled her pain, clawing at the stone. "Why did you go?" she whispered, knowing the answer already. He was mortal, his body decaying from the day he was born. She was the Great Dragon, nearly immortal, a timeless creature that Magvel needed.
Yet it was an injustice to her, to be left alone.
Time passed by quickly, and when Myrrh returned from her grief, the sun was descending from the sky, painting the sky in pinks and oranges and purples, streaking it with all of the colors of the rainbow. Slowly, she rose, dusting herself off and set off again, promising to remember Saleh in another hundred years.
For now, Caer Pelyn and her citizens needed their dragon.