The End of Millennia

I check the papers to see if they hold any smudges. They are perfect. My tears fell long ago as I remember my legacy and my prophecy.

Each year I visit the Moon on my daughters' death day, with Artemis at my side. Their roles a mere fleck of existence. They are long forgotten.

I long to smell the scent of my future generation, to hear the joyous laughter of their ancestors, to feel a grandmotherly love.

I lost all that millennia ago.

My job as Crone and Maiden are the ones I must cherish now. They tell me that I must kill my grand children.

I cannot.

I fear I have spoken too much, given too much. This is the end my dear diary.

My name is Iyari and this was my story.