


You Know Me

by Dissolution



Category: Zoids
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2005-08-14
Updated: 2005-08-14
Packaged: 2013-05-19 21:18:58
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 511
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2534729/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/869325/Dissolution
Summary: An outsider's view on both Van and Raven's deaths.





	You Know Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids. Don't sue me.

You Know Me 

You know me. You've probably seen me. I hang around the graveyard, because that's where I work. Most people say that being a gravedigger must be only a job for the morbid, the ones who love death. But not really. Just ones who understand it, and respect it. It comes to all, even the heroes.

We have a hero here, in fact. Laying in his grave not ten feet away from where I stand, under this here weeping willow. Why is it that willows are always in graveyards? I suppose to make such a stark place a little more beautiful. Not that it needs it. There's always flowers here, notes from the living, wreathes to celebrate the holidays. There's always some on _his_ grave.

Yeah, that's the hero I'm talking about. You see his grave, don't you? The one with the large white headstone, the one with the bunch of yellow roses on it. He lies right under there. I saw him when they brought him in the be buried, lying there all peaceful-like, that blonde woman weeping silently. That says even more than the crowds that packed into here that day. He may have saved almost the whole world from almost certain destruction, but that woman crying told me he was truly, truly loved, not just celebrated. There's a difference, you know. The world may mourn his death, but when you have those that cry with true passion as you're laid in the grave, it says that you were a large part of that person's life. Perhaps you _were_ that person's life.

Ah, but that man died young. But they say that the good die young, don't they? We have so many young here, just like that other young man that lies next to the hero.

Only a couple people came, his funeral being only a couple days after the hero's. Some of the same people turned up at this man's funeral, all dried eyed, though the green-eyed woman looked like she was about to break in half. I saw him too as he was laid into the grave, that small smile of his sending chills down my spine. Yeah, that's his headstone right there, the black one, the one with the holly next to it. That's one that I doubt the world will mourn.

I find it odd that they would lay the hero's greatest rival and enemy next to the hero himself, but perhaps that was their wish. I knew them both, you see. Or rather, I knew of them. The Hero and the Dark One. Complete opposites, it seems. White and black. Good and evil, I suppose. But I saw them both and they could be described as similar. Black hair on both, red marks on their faces, both warriors. Were they really that different in life? Because almost all the dead look the same.


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