When moonlight faded, her fate would fade, too.

Her monaimeris always said she was a good and obedient girl to the mighty monaime, that she would surpass the best. She would be the most powerful sereine, holding the ability to change a human's fate. And yet she was dying, and she knew nothing could prevent it.

Cecillya's slender fingers danced above the fire, the golden light touched her skin but left no burning traces. Her dry lips moved slightly as she murmured a plea.

I only wish to be Cecillya, my ever gentle Mother.

I only wish to be with him.

I only wish to disappear.

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A/N: A drabble, writing in exhaustion of the class project.