Strange Thoughts of the Dying
character death, implied rape, short
don't own Slayers
It's your fault, you know. If it hadn't been for you I would never have known such pain. The weight I now carry is heavy beyond compare. The sins of my race, of my heart, of my soul. I now know the weight of the world. And it is all because of you. I was once innocent and naive- no longer. I can no longer take things at face value. I am no longer innocent. What did you say? What did you do? He was angered after your visit. How could he have forgotten? He was so enraged. I have finally lost my maidenhood, and it's your fault. I'm sure if you knew he was the cause of this you would hunt him down. But don't. It's not his fault, it's yours. So please… Please don't hunt him down. He deserves a second chance. I fought back, did you know? I didn't want him to. I tried to stop him. So now I have no energy… No energy to cast a simple healing spell. My hand is covered in crimson blood. Blood that refuses to stop its flow. I am dying. I am hurt and I am dying and it's all because of you. So it's funny then, isn't it, that I will miss you most of all…
…namagomi mazoku…
The day was dark and cold, few people where out. Though the weather had little impact on one lone visitor to the abandoned graveyard. The cloaked figure wove through the graveyard, searching for one particular tombstone. After a few minutes of wondering he stopped; in front of him was a grave long overgrown with thorny vines- a warning to those who would dare disturb the peace of the one buried there. Kneeling down he reached out a hand to brush the vines away, heedless of the thorns, revealing the writing carved there:
Filia Ul Copt
Priestess of the Fire Dragon King
Friend of Lina Inverse
World Savior
Mother to Valgaav in his 2nd life
She will be missed
Sighing somewhat sadly he placed a blood red rose at her grave and left, wishing with all his soul that she had prevented from hunting down the ancient dragon with her last thoughts, her last request… But she had, and now he was at loss for what to do, very uncharacteristic for him. As for her very last thought? Well, he missed her too.
…I still haven't figured out where this came from… Oh well, please review, thank you.
