I am finally alone. For the first time in days I am by myself.
I sit, deathly still, and for quite some time, and I watch the sky in all its glorious sunset colors. The beauty fails to inspire awe in my mind, it means nothing to me. I am hardened against it, so much so that I am broken inside.
The air is still, not even the slightest of breezes stirs the thick air around me. There is no one for miles. I take a deep breath. This is hard for me.
I look to the ground, to the place where you lay.
Do you know, my brother, how difficult life has been without you? It may have been hard for you, knowing that you had no choice but to leave me behind, all alone in this desolate world. But for me, for me...
I know not where to begin. At the beginning, perhaps?
No, not at the very beginning, for it is too painful for me to think of. I shall start after, for despite what I have accomplished, I am still nothing more than a silly, emotional queen, and I can not bear to think on the days when I was happy.
Sitting here, beside your grave, I think it is finally time for me to tell you what has become of us. Your tribe, your family, and me, as well. Your dear sister, Tantomile.