December 20th, 2019

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Zaivinth

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I heard her, then I felt it. Something within me exploded with pain as I dropped to my knees and cried out in pain. I knew the instant the pain hit, what had happened. "No..!" I cried, my eyes widening. "No, no, no, gods please just this once be kind to me," I said desperately getting back to my feet, though my legs quivered like a newborn deer.

She was my single ray of light in my life. She drew me out of a half-decade depression. When I first laid eyes on her, my sadness, my anxiety had floated away with the wind. I knew that there was good to come when I saw her and that my life truly had meaning, and it had meaning for myself, not for the bloody crown my father wore.

Then I saw an explosion come from where she would have been. The explosion of darkness, I knew who it was, that aura, I've fought alongside him for years, my vision got blurry. He was the first person I introduced Sheila too. My best friends, my true father figure, someone I depended on, looked up to, and cared for.

I saw Flores in the distance, running with a group of Xion's elves behind him. I took off sprinting towards him. "Where is she?!" I howled in distressed. "Where is my mate?!" The sadness and grief in his eyes told me everything.

"We have to go," He went to grab my hand though I withdrew.

"If— If she has died, what point is there for me to live?" There was no reason to live my life now that my light is gone. Why couldn't I have been faster? I should have never put someone as precious as her on the battlefield. I was practically waving a piece of treasure in front of thieves, to take, steal, and break. I looked to the battlefield where Xion was sprinting desperately, the enemy on his heels. In his hands... I whimpered.

There she was, on top of her shield a sword on her chest. Her arms hanging limply over the sides. She looked like she was peacefully asleep. When he got to me he shouted, "what are you doing?!" As tears were dripping down his own face, "we have to go! I just barely got her out of there—" He looked behind us, there were a few wizards making a bee-line in our direction.

He ran past me, and that shifted me into movement as I turned on my heels and ran next to Xion until we caught up to the old man, who threw one last spell at the wizards that fried their entire front line. It gave us enough time to get back to camp safely.

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We were back at camp and had just stopped running. We retreated successfully, something that we wouldn't have done if it wasn't for Xion and Sheila. I turned to Xion who was breathing heavily. I held out my hands and scooped them under Sheila. I felt the tears hit me a second later as I felt her fragile body lay limply in my hands.

I sunk to the ground holding her, I took one of my hands and cradled her to my chest as I sobbed into her hair. The rain had started to come down and hit my face. "Please wake up," we were supposed to do so much together, we were supposed to see the world, just as you wanted.

The world was something I was so disgusted by that I hid away for five years. Then to see my mate have the sparkle in her eyes as she got to go to a new place that she had never expected to go, it made me realize the good in this world. I rocked back and forth as I cried, my heart squeezing painfully. "Why did it have to be you, why are you always the one who faced the hardships," I whispered, my voice croaking from the tears, she was always the first to help and the last to leave.

My troops saw me and kneeled down, some had tears in their eyes, others were crying with us, and some just clutched their hands to their chest and prayed for her. Xion was covering his face with a shield as he cried silently, something he rarely did. Flores looked on sadly as he stood and watched everyone with sadness.

Was there truly no such thing as a happy ending? Could nothing good happen to my mate? She just suffered sadness after sadness and kept rolling with the punches, she never dwelled on it. She just kept fighting and when there wasn't a solution, she made one.

I heard the beating of wings in front of me, I didn't need to look up to know it was Cebrus. His face, the utter despair, and pain held in his eyes as he looked down at her made me realize something. Someone with such little time impacted so many people just by being herself. By being good.

I stayed there cradling her in my arms, well into the night, and into the next day.

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Atiena

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"Please," Weni knelt down in front of my grandmother, "please give her another chance! She deserves to live," In her hands was the soul of a shadow wolf, the one that I had given my sword too. Weni must have gone to the underworld to receive it, I do not know how our brother, Heidos agreed to give her it. She must have pulled some strings to get it. I've never seen her be so desperate, Sheila must have been buried deep into her heart.

All the goddesses stood to the side of the grand throne room. It was rare to see us all in one place, though this occasion was a sight to see. The room was made of quartz besides the golden stip that led up to the thrones. We have never seen our sister, the moon goddess beg for anything like this, she was always quiet and kept to herself, creating things that she thought would do good for the world.

"One mortal," my grandmother cocked her head to the side, confusion on her face, "why even bother?" She was trying to see what compelled her daughter to kneel in front of her.

"She was... She was good. Something that this world needs, without her..."

"Without her, the Mythical realm will crumble, with the dragons pulling out of the war, there stands no chance for them, everything that we worked for will fall into ruin!" Livi, my other grandmother, her son, my father, the goddess of peace, the one who gave the girl the hairpiece cried out from the side.

"Even I agree, this evil shouldn't go unchecked," Karuma, the goddess of humanity, my mother, spoke up. "My people, are being manipulated and it sickens me that I cannot do much." The mother of humans had spoken up against her own side, something that had gasps sounding in the halls.

Kanerra, the goddess of wisdom emerged from the shadows, "I've seen the future many times, though this one without her in it..." She paused, "will bring ultimate devastation to the world."

"So my goddesses, you are telling me that this... creation, was the string keeping the world together," My grandmother uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter.

"That's exactly what we are saying," I spoke up, my mother who was beside me snapped to me and smiled. I was the one who convinced her to come, I didn't need to do much because my mother was always on my side, regardless of how wrong I was.

"Senyarina," I waved a hand to Weni, her real name was Senyarina, who was on the ground bowing her head low, "created a blessing that was to save the world," I clenched my fist, "and the witches snuffed her out," I gritted my teeth, I had met her myself, and normally I reel back with discussing when talking to a mortal, though she seemed like someone that I would be... friends with.

"It is rare to see all of the goddesses to come together like this, you all must be very upset," the goddess of creation smiled as she made eye contact with everyone. "You may bring her back, though on one condition," she held up a single finger.

"You must all protect her, for she dies again before she served her purpose, I cannot help you. You all shouldn't bring back the dead, though as this hasn't happened in a very long time, I will allow you to do this, just once." The mother of creation had spoken and we heard a soft sob come from Weni whose outstretched hands shook like leaves in the wind.

"Thank you so much," Then she disappeared into the mist, surely to give her creation her soul back.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!!

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