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"I encased her in crystal, because it was the only thing I knew how to do." The first Chosen said to me, as we both laid by the crystal egg. "This was the only way to keep her beauty forever, to keep her from going away." Turning around, he glided his hand along the curves of the surface. "This is my only remains of humanity."
Looking elsewhere, I didn't know what to reply.
"Why the clan?" I asked.
"I thought that I could find another way to resurrect her if I was alive long enough," He replied. "But loneliness comes to you fast, before I realized it, I was crying, and in my longing for companionship, I converted someone, and then another, and another." He sighed. "I'm not proud of what I did, yet I tried as much as I could to keep the damage down."
"Until they reverted, huh?"
He chuckled at this. "Yeah," Another sigh. "But it's good, you know, that they did so. There needed an end to this whole pointless crusade. I needed some kind of closure."
Looking at him, he got up, and with the rest of his strength, he picked up the gun barrel that was on my hand, and pointed it between his eyes. "Go ahead, Chosen, do your job."
Looking at him, my finger lay limp on the trigger.
I can't even remember how many I've killed in order to get my wish fulfilled.
The moon shone on the crystal egg, the reflections on its surface glistening the darkness of the church. A loud sound rang and echoed before it was all quiet again.
He would sleep like her, forever, back in the hiding place under the church alongside her, under the gravel, the pieces of marble, the prayers that I made as I buried them both, together, in the end.

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