Eternal
It’s been a strange year. You’ve outlived two more of the original Eternals. In both cases it was suicide and oddly enough, for similar reasons.
The ruler of the Nalin Empire, Warden Matron Brenda was found dead by her own hand earlier this year. It was quite the big event, but it doesn’t look like it’ll fall into chaos though, as there was already another successor established soon after Tarna went “missing.” You always knew nobody was going to come looking for her, hell perhaps Brenda knew of her treachery and just gave her the rope to hang herself with.
Brenda apparently left no explanation other than how she had wanted to join her beloved Roldan at last and had grown weary of life without him.
Right now you’re in the attendance of the burial ceremony for Cyrus who did the same thing. Dravin died last year of natural causes and you know it was a major loss for Cyrus who had been with him so long. Still you thought he’d get over it eventually, but then again what else did he really have? After you established your undisputed dominance as well as crippling him, the only thing that he had to keep him going was Dravin and his faith in Dendrin. And his faith was probably a lot less than it once was given all that had happened to him. Really Dravin was his only constant and the only one who had stuck by him.
Perhaps it was an eternal thing? Something within that causes eternals pre-disposed to suicide after losing their mate? Still not likely since Brenda went on for decades and none of the new eternals display such behavior, though granted they were created in a much different manner than the originals. Also while you love Talia, you can’t imagine killing yourself if she died. You’d morn certainly, but you’d have to carry on. Especially with what you’re attempting to accomplish. You briefly wonder if that means you love her less, but you dismiss such thoughts, after all if every person committed suicide after the death of their own mates there would be a hell of a lot less people in the world. You wonder if you died if Talia would end her life. You certainly hope she wouldn’t and would go on with living life. There are enough things trying to kill you without doing it yourself.
Now you and Talia are the last of the originals and it’s a bit of a sobering thought. You were bred to serve the Empire and neither of you ever did. You’ve outlived the Empire, you’ve outlived all the other original eternals and you’ve outlived several shadows you once considered friends and peers. People like Murk. Like Bianca. Like Brother Gray. It all seems so long ago. You can’t even remember their faces anymore.
You’ve even managed to outlive most of the second-generation eternals. A handful of them still live, but it seems funny that barely any of them have survived up to this point when there were so many more than the first generation. The age old “They don’t make them like they used to” statement you suppose could apply here.
As you stand and stare at Cyrus’ body you don’t even know you’re here. He’s dead and that’s that. You’ve got much more important things to do. You very nearly didn’t bother to come, but Talia’s insistence was a large part of your attendance.
“Well Cyrus, I always thought it would come to one of us killing the other, and I suppose it nearly did a couple times, but it would seem fate had other ideas.” You quietly say to Cyrus’ body.
Okay perhaps the other part of your attendance was out of the genuine respect you once had for him.
“(Sigh) You’re an idiot. You didn’t need to kill yourself. What did it accomplish? I could’ve still used your help on certain things. You weren’t useless you know, you were always loyal despite everything.”
Perhaps your attendance was out the genuine respect you STILL have for him.
“Now you’re useless of course. Now I have to have someone else look after the temple security. Heh. You probably killed yourself just to inconvenience me. Bastard. Good one though.” You chuckle.
You take one last look at Cyrus. He does look peaceful. Free of worry, concerns, and all of that other shit. He probably thought he was going to meet Dravin in the shadow realm where Dendrin holds a party for all loyal shadows. Of course that’s a fool’s idea. You know the truth about Dendrin and you need to get back to that particular problem right now.
“So long Cyrus…my brother.” You say and take your leave.
The ruler of the Nalin Empire, Warden Matron Brenda was found dead by her own hand earlier this year. It was quite the big event, but it doesn’t look like it’ll fall into chaos though, as there was already another successor established soon after Tarna went “missing.” You always knew nobody was going to come looking for her, hell perhaps Brenda knew of her treachery and just gave her the rope to hang herself with.
Brenda apparently left no explanation other than how she had wanted to join her beloved Roldan at last and had grown weary of life without him.
Right now you’re in the attendance of the burial ceremony for Cyrus who did the same thing. Dravin died last year of natural causes and you know it was a major loss for Cyrus who had been with him so long. Still you thought he’d get over it eventually, but then again what else did he really have? After you established your undisputed dominance as well as crippling him, the only thing that he had to keep him going was Dravin and his faith in Dendrin. And his faith was probably a lot less than it once was given all that had happened to him. Really Dravin was his only constant and the only one who had stuck by him.
Perhaps it was an eternal thing? Something within that causes eternals pre-disposed to suicide after losing their mate? Still not likely since Brenda went on for decades and none of the new eternals display such behavior, though granted they were created in a much different manner than the originals. Also while you love Talia, you can’t imagine killing yourself if she died. You’d morn certainly, but you’d have to carry on. Especially with what you’re attempting to accomplish. You briefly wonder if that means you love her less, but you dismiss such thoughts, after all if every person committed suicide after the death of their own mates there would be a hell of a lot less people in the world. You wonder if you died if Talia would end her life. You certainly hope she wouldn’t and would go on with living life. There are enough things trying to kill you without doing it yourself.
Now you and Talia are the last of the originals and it’s a bit of a sobering thought. You were bred to serve the Empire and neither of you ever did. You’ve outlived the Empire, you’ve outlived all the other original eternals and you’ve outlived several shadows you once considered friends and peers. People like Murk. Like Bianca. Like Brother Gray. It all seems so long ago. You can’t even remember their faces anymore.
You’ve even managed to outlive most of the second-generation eternals. A handful of them still live, but it seems funny that barely any of them have survived up to this point when there were so many more than the first generation. The age old “They don’t make them like they used to” statement you suppose could apply here.
As you stand and stare at Cyrus’ body you don’t even know you’re here. He’s dead and that’s that. You’ve got much more important things to do. You very nearly didn’t bother to come, but Talia’s insistence was a large part of your attendance.
“Well Cyrus, I always thought it would come to one of us killing the other, and I suppose it nearly did a couple times, but it would seem fate had other ideas.” You quietly say to Cyrus’ body.
Okay perhaps the other part of your attendance was out of the genuine respect you once had for him.
“(Sigh) You’re an idiot. You didn’t need to kill yourself. What did it accomplish? I could’ve still used your help on certain things. You weren’t useless you know, you were always loyal despite everything.”
Perhaps your attendance was out the genuine respect you STILL have for him.
“Now you’re useless of course. Now I have to have someone else look after the temple security. Heh. You probably killed yourself just to inconvenience me. Bastard. Good one though.” You chuckle.
You take one last look at Cyrus. He does look peaceful. Free of worry, concerns, and all of that other shit. He probably thought he was going to meet Dravin in the shadow realm where Dendrin holds a party for all loyal shadows. Of course that’s a fool’s idea. You know the truth about Dendrin and you need to get back to that particular problem right now.
“So long Cyrus…my brother.” You say and take your leave.