Dear little one

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Dear Little one,

They found your body today. You were only bones now, all if your finest silk disintigrated, the metal staining your bones an emerald green from your most beautiful jewlery, and your perfect sharp fangs white as the flesh you used to drain with me. I saw the scraps of teeth and knives on your bones from our time together, I always knew I bit too deep but you never complained. The other archaeologists on my team dont know what to make of you, they know your beauty though. I drew your face for them pretending I had never saw you in life before, as I often have to now in this new world. The drawing could never hold a candle to your magisty in person though. I can still see you standing on the edge of the world laughing because you had conqured all of it with that very smile.

They found your sword as well. Still lying in your chest where I left it. I still see the blood soaking your clothes, the stains on the sword. They're so fasinated by your body, and all I can think is they would be more fasinated by your life, I know I was and I was there living it with you.

You were a warrior who fought better than any man I had ever met and no one could deny that. The war to save your people was a bloody one but you were victorious, even over me. You saved an entire race and they made you their queen, and I made you mine. Even over the dead you ruled, you could make a kingdom of sand and people would still flock to live there under you. Its hard to resist you.

I know magic isnt real but when I looked at you, you seemed to possess all of the magic in the world it flowed around you and was woven into your very essance. No one wrote about your life like they wrote about the world, the wars, like they wrote about themselves. You told me once, lying naked in the sun oh how I worshipped the sight of you like that, that you never wanted me to write your story because history is meant to be forgotten so new history can be made and reborn, how I wished for you to be right becuase if you were I would be holding you in my arms again in the next life. I never wrote a word of it because I loved you, because I thought we would have forever, because I knew I would never get it right because I would have to bear the thought of everyone else seeing you naked. Of all time and all people knowing you how I knew you, to know your naked soul as well as your naked body. I knew you would love that but I could never live knowing you were no longer mine to worship. You would be a religon, a god, and I would only be another follower, I would be lost in the crowd begging to care for your temple.

You never wanted that, so I never gave it to you. You only asked for me to remember you as you were in the small moments I still hold in my heart that we shared. You wanted me to remember your smile, your laugh, the way you lit up when you saw a child or an animal in the streets, how you missed the battle field and your cat whose fangs riveled only yours, how you refused to learn to read and made me learn instead. You wanted me to remember you in the mornings waking up next to me with a yawn and a laugh and wicked look in your deep brown eyes. I could have lived off that look for years because it meant you wanted me and that made my heart beat faster. So here I am in a world absent of you and only filled with memories just as you wanted me.

You begged for what I wish for now.

-Death