I stared out the window to admire the grand ocean view. How many years have I seen this view just to reminisce about the long gone past that I yearn to relive once again.
"Kid." The man next to me driving the car called out to me. I looked at him with a sly smile, "We're getting close, and you still haven't told me that story."
"I'm no child." I chuckled, "Haven't I told you that silly story thousands of times when you were young?"
"I guess I really shouldn't call you, 'Kid', anymore." He sighed, "You know it's still hard to believe you look the same after all these years. I'm already forty and yet you look like you're still in your teen years."
"Has it really been that long? It was like yesterday you were only four." My mind wandered to those precious times.
"Mom insists that I should believe every word you say, but can't help but doubt." He quickly checked the time on his watch before eyeing the road once again.
"It has been quite a long time." I looked out the window once again. I fiddled with the ring around my finger, twisting it around reminding me more of the past, "Monsters and Magic are things of the past, there's no need to tell you a forgotten story once again."
"Monsters, sure. there's been reports of ancient bones of unknown animals that have been found not long ago in Cermia." He says, "But magic?"
"Well answer me this child." I raised a finger and formed a small icicle on the tip of my finger, "I can only do small tricks like this, but in the past I would impale larger icicles into all my enemies with a simple chant. I could teleport several meters away at the blink of an eye. I could raze forests with flames from my hands, and yet now I can only cool drinks or keep food warm in my pockets." I let the icicle melt onto the car seat.
"Hmm...could you possibly be losing magical power then?" The man answered,
"Correct. That just means, soon I can move on knowing that my family would do fine without me." I honestly answered him. Hopefully he would…
"Great grandmother." He slows down to the side of the road, "You aren't really…" He looks at me,
"Add a few more greats, and yes." I answered him.
There was a moment of silence between us. My grandchild knew how to keep his feelings hidden, but he can't hide it from me. He reminded me of him from long ago. I touched my ring and twisted it once again.
I smiled at him, "Will you pass on my stories to the rest of your children, and their children?"
"So the reason we came to Cermia is…?" He seems to understand now,
"Cermia." I chuckled, "Remind me again, what name did I tell your mother to call me?"
"Great Grandmother Miriam." He replied as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I can't believe it…"
"Cermia. Remember me as Cermia, a forgotten Hero who told you all about her adventures. Will you do it?" I asked him.
He paused for a while, and after a deep sigh, "You're running out of magic?" He asked me a surprising question.
I nod, "Please, don't worry about me too much. I've lived a good life."
"Is that so…" He started driving once again to our destination, "So what will happen after you run out of magic?" He asks
"Silly question." I look at my ring, "I'll merely just fade into your memories as that insane young woman who pretends that she fought monsters with magic."
"Fade away huh." He makes the final turn, "We're almost there."
"You're such a strange child." I commented,
"Well...I took after a strange grandmother." He quipped back, "To be honest… I'm not sure what I should feel. I always thought your stories were made up and cool, but now imagining that you are going to just...disappear…" He stopped the car at the side of the road once again, "Is there really nothing I can do?" He's showing genuine concern.
I gave him a smile. A simple smile to get the message through. He silently stared at me for a while, before giving up and began driving to our destination.
There was silence between us as we got closer to where I deemed my final resting place. I stared out the window once again to see the ocean.
My mind filled with thoughts of the past. My heartaches for the fallen. My children's children...will they forever have a peaceful life?
A grand tree standing tall in the middle of the ocean slowly faded into my view. I can finally see home again.
Gods...did I do my job well? Will this world never experience the evils that plagued this land a millenia ago?
I should be glad that my life until now has been so blessed by the gods yet…
"I don't want to go…"
Memories of the Obelian Descender, Cermia Ronan