Prompt: Illness. Written for Past Prompts week.
She burns, a dark, black fungus eating towards her core. She knows what illness is, though she's only seen it happen to her creations before this.
It is terrifying. And she is all alone.
Never before had she ever been able to comprehend how aloneshe was, without mate or family. Even the birds in the sky had partners and the fish in the sea has schools, but she was alone. Alone save the disease that tries to consume her.
She will do anything to stop it, regardless of what it does to the life that depends on her.
Anything.