Kaisara stepped into the mahogany moonlight, her golden armor glinting in the darkness. She gazed upon the wasteland of bones and destruction, and to her contentment the beast was still where she left it, she saw the massive black dragon lying in the center of the crater-like pit. Its wounds from age and injury were obvious. It had done her bidding for years, but now she was ready to sever every trace of involvement with its horrific crimes, even though it had committed them in her name.

It knew her scent. The only shift of change in smell for what felt like an eternity. "You had blinded me," it wheezed in a tone laced with fury and betrayal, lifting its head slowly to face her.

Kaisara stayed on the rim, silent yet unwavering in her gaze. "Yes, I know," she said slowly.

"And why did you come back," asked the beast, lowering its maw towards the dirt, the hanging ends of a worn and tattered blindfold over its face sliding through the dust.

"I just wanted to see you lying here, blinded... and forgotten."

Silence fell between them for what felt like hours. The monster's face contorted into an expression of rage, but controlled under its calm demeanor as he cursed her name. But Kaisara stood firm before him, resolute in her intentions yet gentle in her words.

"You've betrayed me," his scratching voice said, piercing the silence.

"Yes, I did." Calm, smooth words. Staring down at him.

"And why did you return to me?

Again, Kaisara replied simply and slowly: "I just wanted to see you fall again — blinded... betrayed... forgotten."

The choking fog of silence blanketed the air around them once again. Time passed. She remained silent at the peak, watching. Fixated gaze. Her arms crossed, green Krowen eyes glistening in the moonlight. The creature stirred, claws moving dirt under open hands. So weak.

"You will forget me down here," it finally continued. "Blinded, betrayed, and forgotten."

"Yes, I will," she replied again in a smooth voice like a freezing river flowing on surrounded by snow at its sides, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

"And why are you still there?"

Finally, movement, as Kaisara lowered her arms with a firmness of intent. "There's no one left to remember you," she started, "so I am the last to see your broken glare." A long inhale through her nostrils, and she turned away, the moonbeams of light dancing around her shifting silhouette. "But soon I will be gone."

I just wanted to see you lying here, blinded and forgotten.

I just wanted to see you fall again. Blinded, betrayed, and forgotten.

There's no one left to remember you, so I am the last to see your broken glare. But soon I will be gone.