The Farglass Cycle

Story: At the End
Year: 994 FY
Characters: Rema
Warnings: Character death, references to war


I fought a war. I won a war.

I fought from the shadows, for years--for decades--before we were able to bring the war to the surface. I trained dozens of spies, hundreds of secret soldiers. I watched them fight and win and lose and live and die, and I look at the the nation--at the world--my nephew has built, and I know.

I did this. I won this. Even if no one else knows this, I know. At the end of all things, I have my victory. I have this.

But the faces of the men and women I sent to their deaths, to their arrests--the faces of the men and women I had killed because they were in the way of the brighter future I was building...you know, it used to be I never thought of them. And now they are all I can see.

I am slipping away and for all the progress my nephew has made, for all that I and my Movement have built, it isn't enough. Sometimes I worry that it will never be enough.

I won a war. I won.

But now I'm dying just the same.