I remember it like it was yesterday, the day we all knew was coming soon, but maybe deep down none of us could truly believe it would ever come to pass. We all knew it was going to happen, but that didn't really make thinking about it any easier. Someday everything has to change, because if it doesn't then it slowly burns and fades before dying away. Every dynasty leaves a legacy and we already knew who was going to be taking over and leading beyond today, we knew that from the very moment she first appeared. Mum tasked me with telling the story about it, the one story that I truthfully neither wanted or ever hoped to find myself telling. I wish mum was writing it, she's so much better at this than me, but she wouldn't let me give up on it, no matter how much I wanted to quit she found ways to keep me going, even when I was writing about her end, she kept pushing me to seal her story shut. I find it hard to think about, it makes me so sad but at the same time those cherished moments are what we wanted the world to see and in her own words "What more humbling form of love is there than those final shared moments?" I remember when she said that to me, the soft flutter of her purple eyes as she let those words free and with the softest of smiles, said more words than had ever fallen from her lips with a mere glance. Despite not wanting to do it, those words made me realise that it had to be told and I was the one who had to tell it, even if I didn't want to, I had to do it. Not just for mum, but for me and Evelyn and everyone who has ever come and will ever come to be, I had to be the one to tell the story of how we ever came to be in the first place, Because if we can't tell of our past, then there would be no future, Neither for Scorpio, Isla or anyone else that would come to be. The fate of our destiny and theirs lay within the ink of my pen, And as mum so often said to me "Let it out"