Send me “R.I.P” for what my muse would say when visiting your muse’s grave
Jacqui balled her fists at her sides, staring angrily at the grave before her. It was beautiful, decorated with flowers and a dozens teddy bears. The grave was unmarked, but the specialist knew exactly who was underneath the fresh green earth.
A beautiful dark skinned woman. Hair black as night, eyes a creamy white pupil less hue and face as lovely as a picture.
“Tanya…” She breathed out, kneeling down besides the ground and running her fingers through the wavy grass. “This is…I’m sorry that this was all we could do for you, but… I swear to you that your death won’t be in vain.”
She balled her fists, teeth gritting as she remembered the way her aunt had explained what happened. Now all she could think about was how it had gone down. She didn’t even want to think about what the edenian woman must have felt and gone through. It was too horrible for words…and it made Jacqueline’s blood boil.
“Ko'atal won’t get away with this…I’ll make certain that he pays.” She replied, tears starting to blur her vision. “I’ll see to it myself that Mileena be restored to her throne and Edenia freed…for you.”
With a soft sob she paused to allow herself some tears. Tanya had been a good friend to her and her death…it hit pretty hard. She still couldn’t believe that the beautiful but cunning woman was gone, Tanya always seemed so untouchable.
“I’ll make sure everything you pictured for your realm comes to pass Tanya.” She murmured, smiling as she remembered the passionate woman’s dreams. She wanted her realm back and restored. She wanted to go back to her home and live in peace, without war or suffering. She only wanted a life for herself…