Tattered by vayenne
"I have lived such a long time," she moaned, "such a terrible, pain-filled, tragic eternity. I have the scars to mark my trials and the bleeding wounds on my heart to mark all that's been lost along the way. I fought your battles. I vanquished your enemies. I sought your treasures and taught your ways."
She paused, her breath catching on a sob as the tears coursed down her dry cheeks. "I was strong for so long, Master, but now I am just tired. I have come to you for death. I demand the peace so long denied me, and I will stay until you finally grant me an end. I deserve that much.
"Do you hear me, great lord?" The words were a whisper on a ocean-warmed breeze, the truth behind her final wish. "Have you ever heard me?" she prayed, gazing into the shell of the land's sky, her every sense keen for an answer.
... but the Sun merely stared back, uncaring and silent.
Created from a pencil sketch, scanned and colored in Photoshop 7.0 with both the Trusty Mouse and a Tablet PC.