She ran.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
She was supposed to live. Have a life.
But fate had other plans.
She ran, the leaves and twigs crunching under her feet as she ran past the towering trees.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
And still, it felt right. Necessary, one would say.
She couldn’t let him die. Not like this. Not her brother.
No matter if it was supposed to safe the world.
She would do anything to take his suffering away.
He was her world.
And she would die if it meant to safe him. To take his suffering away.
So that he could have a life.
Even if it meant, that hers would end.
And so it did.
Her life ended.
But his only begun.
She threw herself in front of him, shielding him like she had since she saw him for the first time.
But this time, it was different.
This time, she wouldn’t be able to help him again.
She gave her all, so he could have all.
She gave up her life, so he could live his.
His green eyes were wide as their gaze locked one last time.
Green, like the curse that hit her back.
Green, like the moss under her feet, that now became her bed.
A bed, she would never leave again.
She should have felt terrified. But she wasn’t.
Because she knew.
Death was just the next great adventure.
And she would give her all, like she always did.