"What we do for ourselves dies with us – what we do for others remains, and is, immortal." ~ Unknown
No one will remember the time he hid because he was too tired of killing to keep going, so he allowed his troops to finish them off.
No one will remember the time she yelled and screamed because they made her go to bed at a proper time instead of letting her stay up all night to celebrate the New Year.
No one will remember the time when he told his oldest brother to "just shut up" because he wasn't finished speaking his piece yet.
No one will remember the time she smacked him because his words were far too close to the truth and they cut like a knife.
No one would ever remember the times when they acted like – were – children, or merely acting like themselves.
What will be remembered was how magnificent he looked at the head of his military, and how he slew five hundred that day; how he encouraged his men and brought them home joyful and victorious.
It will be recounted long after she vanished how alert she was the next morning; valiantly stopping spies from invading Cair and overthrowing their monarchy.
Everyone will remind the other how just he was that day in court, giving council to the dignitaries and ambassadors.
Everyone will remember the many suitors pledging their hands to her and how she was gentle to them; artfully refusing every single proposal in a manner making them believe her still nothing more than a gentle, delicate lily.
What they did as fallible humans was omitted by purposeful accident, so that they would remain The Great Four; rulers beyond compare. What they did selfishly as humans died with them, but what they did for others– that was immortal for all time.
A/N: I've been tidying up my files on my USB drives, and I found this document. I can't remember if I've posted it before, so if I have, please let me know! :) Happy reading, (please review)
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