They brought me to your body while you were still warm.
“We thought you would want to see. To know,” they said.
My legs failed beneath me. For all that had come between us, for all the hurt you brought me, for all the vengeance I owed you, there was only sorrow in my heart.
We had been so close. Who else could have known me so well? Who else could have known how to hurt me so? How to take the things I craved and needed and twist them – poison them – as you did?
Inseparable since birth. We had shared a womb and everything else as we grew. So alike that we could swap places, and often did.
Two halves of a whole.
We were children of prophecy. Our fingers had curled together as we walked side by side, journeyed to lift aloft a bright beacon of hope in a dark and forsaken land.
The adventure we shared had been a revelation. A hidden heritage delivered us to the pinnacle of glory as we cast down the evil witch who ruled through blood and sorcery.
It was our finest hour!
We stood before the cheering masses, looked into each other’s eyes, and laughed.
That was when I first saw the fear in your eyes.
Fear born of jealousy, that would turn into hatred.
You fled into the darkness and waged your war. I tried to protect the things we had built together, but your resistance bred discontent.
My people love me not. My servants are bound by fear. This palace is a prison and the land seems as bleak and sad as when the witch held sway.
Now here you lie, dead before me.
And I wonder which of us has fallen furthest.