I am the last. I have watched over them all, throughout time. I remember the dragons. I remember the elementals. I remember the fairies. I remember the vampires. I remember the magic. It is all a memory now. When the humans first began to populate this world, they too remembered the magic. They do not any anymore. They poison. They kill. They forget. But I remember. I remember the lives. The births. The harmony. Now there is only dissonance. The cities are taller than the sky. The clouds no longer pure white. A haze in the air. The ground too poisoned to grow. The water toxic too sustain life. The mountains are hollow. It was magnificent once, but now this world has died. The humans are the last here. I have watched and now I must judge.
As I look over them, I cry for what has been lost. My body riddled with holes. My skin is rotted. My blood burns. My breath is halted. My conscious is hazy. But I remember. My memories are strong. Its ok. I will finally act. No more will this plague be a burden for me. My power almost gone. No one worships anymore.
I begin to shake. The earth cracks and the mountains fall. Too hollow to stand tall. I begin to shed my skin. The cities, so precious but fragile, collapse. I begin to bleed. The oceans, boil. The rivers turn red. I stop breathing. The air escapes, nothing left to breath.
Oh the poor humans. They scream. They cry out. But they do not remember. They do not have the magic. They killed too many. They skinned the dragons. They stole the homes of the elementals. They hunted the fairies. They used too much magic and dried up the well. Now they die. They die in pain. They die without the knowledge why. I will not tell them, just as they did not explain the why behind their destruction. And as I stop watching, the dark space seems so beautiful to know, no longer will I be in pain. No longer I will cry for the life I gave being destroyed. No longer will I hear the cries of those pitiful creatures hunted. I made sure. I am the last.
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The Last
ContoThis is a short story of a Being being tired of the world. I wrote this late one night. It is incredibly short but worth a read.