Her name was Nico Clair. Her pleas for our sanity, our lives, our freedom, broke the heart of the Goddess. She, the one who defeated the Goddess, the one who stood against the Heavens and cried out for justice, the savior us of us all, lay dying in my arms.
Her breathing became labored, her heart slowed. She looked up at me, my tears splashing on her face, and said, “My Love, look, it’s raining. The angels have heard me.” Indeed it was raining, a light mist cleansing the earth.
She breathed deeply, her body shaking, and smiled up at me. “I love you.” She closed her eyes and exhaled. Her last breath puffed out in a white cloud. Her body went still in my arms, her heart never to beat again. I laid my head on her shoulder and wept. My sobs breaking the silence like thunder. Heavenly music played and a chorus of angels sang and cried. Their unearthly song shattered my already broken heart.

The sunlight cracked through my curtains and fell across my face. Tears ran down my cheeks, reminders of that terrible loss. Her last words resounded in my head, bouncing off the inside of my skull. She’d looked so peaceful.
Enough. I sat up, and looked around the room. The white walls and cream carpet looked cheery. Too cheery. I stood and crossed the room to the only window. The streets of Benon, the capital of Styr, were filled with Sunday commuters, their noise blocked by the walls of my apartment.
The Second Sun hung in the sky, a bright orb of happiness. Her favorite sight. Frustrated, I twitched the curtains closed. The resultant darkness left me momentarily blind. I sighed and rummaged through the clothes on my floor. pulling out a gray t-shirt and yanking it over my head, I left my room. I shared this apartment with my ‘life-long friend’, Davies.
He looked up when I walked into the living room. His light brown hair was cut and combed. He wore wire-rimmed glass and was dressed in a blue-stripped button up shirt and jeans.
“You’re finally up.” He leaned over his papers. It looked like he was doing homework again.
“More homework. I don’t know why you even bother,” I scoffed.
“Because, unlike some people, I have plans for my future.” He was currently going to collage; I was not. Something he liked to point out quiet frequently.
I rolled my eyes, walked to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had black hair, and green eyes. I was fairly tall with a naturally strong build.
I sighed, the dream still fresh in my mind. It had been thirty years since that day, but the memory was still fresh in my mind. She was an idealist. She thought she could change the world for the better and make everyone happy. She had done it. The only one who ever had, and she’d died because of it.
I stalked into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal then sat down at the table.
“I’ve got to go to town today, need anything?” I said. Davies looked up at me in surprise.
“But today’s Sunday. We’re supposed to be praying to the Goddess today.” He eyed my bowl of cereal, “You’re supposed to be fasting today.”
“Hey, don’t start this again. I’m a nonbeliever, and you know it.”
“Don’t you know what today is?” At my annoyed look, he went on, “It’s the Celebration of Nico Clair.” The name sent a shock of pain into my heart. I knew there was a reason for that dream. Thirty years went by quickly.
“Are you alright?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” He knew nothing of my past and what had happened that fateful day. My Nico, my love had challenged the Goddess, with me by her side. The hardships and pains of the world were washed way, and everybody rejoiced. Everyone except Elias Bane.
He had shot her through the back with an arrow, and she died in my arms. Elias Bane was the Devil. He’d been mad at her for her meddling in ‘godly affairs’, and ruining his plans for dominance. Nobody knew of me, nobody knew that I was even present that day, that I’d held her while she took her last breath.

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