A/N: This is in honor of Chadwick Boseman, the actor who played the Black Panther. He died on Friday night of cancer, and I feel like I owe a lot of my current self to him. He was the one who got me into black superheroes. Thank you, Chadwick.
"I can't believe he's gone."
Shuri, the younger sister of T'Challa, the king of secluded nation Wakanda, was visiting her older brother at the cemetery. He had died of an incurable disease, and no matter how much the Wakandan scientists tried, there was no bringing him back to life.
"My brother… my dear brother… dead!"
She gazed at the gravestone, her brother's name carved into it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought back on all the memories she and her brother shared.
"I remember those days we used to spend together… laughing like children… training hard like a rock…"
She placed a carnation on the grave, trying not to burst out into full-on sobbing. Alas, she couldn't help it, and her agonized cries echoed all across the graveyard.
Then she stopped when she remembered something.
"Maybe… just maybe… I will be the next Black Panther. I will treat Wakanda and the world just like my brother did. It will be a new generation for the country. Wakanda will be forever."
Yes, there was a hopeful future to look ahead to. Shuri was going to help protect her home country and the rest of the world as the new Black Panther.