text: “MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?”, a little boy shouts. A war is taking place in the middle of a city. Debris is flying everywhere. There are demons, warriors, and wizards as far as one can see. The sun is barely shining through the dense clouds. A voice yells “IT IS DONE!”, followed by a female voice “What is it, Damon?” “It is a way to end the war, Nursha.” Damon is a fair built man, around mid 20’s. He has noticeable small horns on his head and a pitch black tail with a point on the end. He is wearing a pair of black pants and a dark gray t-shirt. Nursha is a petite lady, also in the mid 20’s, and is wearing an all white dress with red accents. She can be seen wielding a staff that has a small red cross on the top. “Bill, I’m going to need your dagger.” Damon says, while holding out his hand. Bill, a large guy in heavy gray armor with a sword that's nearly as large as him, says “I lost mine during a fight with a demon not too long ago. Maybe Izrid still has his.” Izrid, a guy who is about the same size as Damon and in dark blue robes and holding a book, searches himself to see if he still has his dagger. He finds it and hands it to Damon. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Bill says. Damon takes the dagger and turns towards a machine that's as big as him. “I have programmed this device to isolate the demon DNA in me and send out an impulse. Anything that contains any demon DNA will be vaporized.” He takes the dagger and cuts a small sliver into his palm, dropping some blood into a small vile. “So all I need to do is give it something to use as a base to analyze and hit start.” “But what about you?” Nursha exclaims worriedly. “There is only one thing that can and will happen.” After realizing what he means, she shouts, “No. No, no, YOU CAN’T DO THIS! THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY!” “I’ve checked all of the other possibilities, this is the only way without sacrificing anymore people to this damn war.” He turns around to face Nursha while hitting ‘start’ on the screen, the machine starts to whirr and charge up. “Everything will be fine, I will still be a happy man knowing that you’re still alive, I promise.” Bill walks over to Nursha and says ”He knows what he is doing. We'll all miss him. Right, Izrid?” Izrid silently nods. “See? Even Izrid understands that there is nothing else we can do. It will be fine.” “It is almost charged.” Damon says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope. “Here, I've been meaning to give you this for a while. Don't read it until everything is over.” As he handed the letter to Nursha, the machine starts to crackle with energy. “It's time for me to go now. One last thing Nursha, I knew the whole time.” The machine sends out a huge shockwave and as soon as hits Damon, smiling ear to ear, Nursha yells “NO!” and tries to grab him. But she grabbed nothing but the envelope and air. As the shockwave travels, demons start disappearing into thin air. Screams of joy erupt as people start cheering. “WE DID IT!” Many soldiers yell. “It’s over. That idiot actually pulled it off.” Bill says. “Let’s head home. We all know Damon wouldn’t want us grieving. He would say something like ‘Don’t mourn my death, rather, celebrate my life.’ or, something like that.” “You’re right. It’s time we head home. Let’s go Izrid.” Nursha says as she wipes tears off her face. ONE YEAR LATER A statue of Damon was built and sits in the middle of the town square. Nursha, who is in her casual clothes, blue jeans and a white shirt with a red cross, walks up to the statue. “Bill and Izrid couldn’t make it. It’s been a year since then. After I told the king what happened, he demanded that a statue must be built immediately. I was trying to tell him not to worry about, but said ‘He is a hero! Heroes must be honored!’ So I told him it was fine then. I haven’t read the letter yet, I’m scared of what it will say, what did you write? Maybe I should it read it now?” She grabs the letter from her pocket and hesitantly opened it. The reads “You never had to say anything to me. I always knew how you felt about me. You are probably reading this about a year later, after you told the king what happened, a statue of me was built, and you are still sad that I am gone. All I have to say is this. I felt the same way towards you since the first time we met, but I knew what I was, what was coming, and what I would have to do. That's why I never bothered. It would have been worse on both of us. Stop being sad. Be a happy little healer. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me.” As she closes the letter, a flower floats by and lands at her feet. She picks it up, stares at it for a minute, and then places it at the base of the statue. “You were always good at predicting what will happen.” She says as she places the flower. She stands and starts to walk off. As she does, she smiles with a single tear going down her face. “I guess this really is goodbye.