Author's note: I have no idea what this is. I wrote this during a break I was taking from a research paper. My completely fried brain just came up with this (which was surprising cause I thought the research paper had completely rendered my poor brain incapable of any thought). If you don't like it, well, look at it this way: It's short, so you didn't waste too much time on it. : )
Letters
She had asked for pen and paper to be brought to her. Those around her had been surprised at first at her request since those items had not been used in years. Locating them would be a bit of a difficulty, but once pen and paper had been found, she received them with a grateful smile.
She asked to be left alone and began to write. Feelings and thoughts poured forth, her mind letting everything go. It was with smiles and thoughts of happy times that she wrote the letters to each of her friends. Each letter was different and specifically tailored to the one whose name she had lovingly written at the top of the page.
She had cherished each one of those friendships, thankful that she had experienced the joy one gets when one cares and is cared for in return. She had learned so much, not only about others, but also about herself. About the kind of person she really was inside. She had been allowed to let that person come out and experience freedom. She was grateful for that.
Tears fell as she wrote the letter to her father. She thanked him for giving her life and for loving her. Their relationship had not always been an easy one. Constant disagreements and their unwavering stubbornness had nearly severed all ties between them. But in time, they had both grown and seen past everything, each giving in a little to the other. Forgiveness had strengthened their bond to the point it would never be broken. Not even now.
Finally she wrote to her mother, the woman she never knew. Whose face she had only seen in pictures, a face that looked so much like her own. The woman who she only knew from stories, the same stories that caused her father to smile every time he told them. She hoped this woman was proud of her daughter, was pleased to see the person she had become. She smiled as she wrote, comforted by the feeling that she knew her mother was watching over her and loving her.
She kept writing more and more as the time passed, going back several times to each letter to add things that she had forgotten. She wanted to make sure that every thought and feeling had been expressed. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, her hand aching from all she had written. Each letter had been placed in an envelope and addressed. She turned her face towards the window and saw the first rays of dawn shining in. Her time alone was drawing to an end.
She looked down at the small table in front of her and touched the envelopes, each containing a piece of her heart and soul. She was exhausted, but her body refused to give into the feeling, forcing her to remain awake to confront what was coming. So she sat in silence, enjoying the last few remaining moments of the life she knew.
People suddenly bustled in and prepared her for what lay ahead. She tried to block out the commotion and the buzzing of many voices, but her tired mind would not allow it. They led her from her room and out to the place where she would confront her destiny.
The sun was shining as she stood alone, its warmth enveloping her whole body. She looked out and saw the faces of those she did not know and those whom she loved. They were all staring at her, their eyes boring into her. For a brief moment all was silent and then many voices shouted at once.
"Long live Queen Mira!"