Wounded and faltering Hedwig sat down write. Her legacy was not going to pass with time as much that was what everyone wanted. No one in her life thought she should matter, her legacy was never worth it because she was just a woman.
“I remember trying to stop the war, I knew it was not yet the time for a war but I did not matter just as I never have. Battle was set to begin on the anniversary of my birth. I did not want to give in without a fight.
The first battle I lost was against my father’s lack of senses. He thought he knew better he had the pride that has led most men to their doom. My father was as lost as a motherless fawn but he acted with ludicrous perception that he was a lion leading a pride against a herd of sheep.”
Writing these words Hedwig’s anger has started to overflow as hot burning tears. She was struggling to comprehend the situation that she was in that forced her to leave because when she didn’t belong, she could no longer stay.
“As much I had love for the place and my father I was clearly no longer welcomed nor was the war mine to be fought. So I was done.
The more I made myself believe it wasn’t my battle I wanted to fight it because never have I backed down from a fight. I had given up everything by this point but my guard has never been down nor will my armor be taken away from me.”
Hedwig was losing too much blood to focus. Slowly bleeding to her death she realized how empty her soul has been for so long. Dying was no longer saddening as she had already lost her soul, despite this she wasn’t giving up and she will never because she has fought for everything and will never unlearn that one lesson.
“So, the sun was setting and the 21st anniversary of my birth was coming to an end. I donned the armor to replace the silk I had been in all day. Stepping in onto the battlefield I was both attacked and betrayed nothing I had not expected”.
Those were the last words she wrote before she drew her last breath.