"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
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.