Numquam Oblitus

Never forget

Purpura stood in silence.
This was not what he had expected to walk into.
The room was dark, and eerily silent.
The only light came from the moon shining thru the window.
He walked forward, quietly and cautiously.
Yet there was no heartbeat to be cautious of.
He circled about, before resigning himself to the truth.
The target was already deceased.

Purpura gently walked over to a desk.
He picked up a piece of paper and examined it.
He then shook his head, and set the paper back.
It slid off the table though and landed on the floor in the moon's light.

It read,
'Assassin, whomever you may be.
I found out about the contract on my life.
I knew I wasn't a popular lord, but never imagined they'd go so far.
I have nothing to live for, no family, no heir.
Know that I do not care if you get caught.
Or if you get paid.
My last act as lord is to defy the tradition of assassination.
I will not let the curse claim me as it has all my predecessors.
I've done nothing else worthwhile.
History will not remember my laws, or how I ruled.
But history will remember this.
So fair well, assassin."

Purpura sighed again, as he walked to the window.
This land's lordship was not cursed to death by assassination.
No lord of this land had ever died at the hands of an assassin.
They all died the same way.

The lord was right only in that history would not remember him.
He would be quickly forgotten, like his predecessors.
That was the true curse.

Had the lord fought Purpura.
Enacted laws that really benefited his people's lives.
Found a wife or had an heir.
Then he would not be forgotten.
For people remember actions, they forget those afraid to act.

Purpura paused before opening the window.
He looked back, and saw the paper gently laying on the floor.
It laid just under the lord's limp body.
He opened the window, and jumped down.
The night's breeze caused the lord's body to sway, barely catching the moon's light.



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If you have ever acted with kindness, or been loved...
Even the smallest of kind gestures stay in people's hearts forever.
You never know when your simple greeting will brighten another's day.
You are kind.

Know that pain is temporary.
And there is always someone willing to lend an ear.
Never give up, life gets better, and so do you.
You are strong.

People care, more people than you know.
You are not cursed to be forgotten.
You will be remembered, you will be mourned.
You are important.

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Please, never chose to take your own life.
You are not cursed.
You are kind.
You are strong.
You are important.
& you will never be forgotten.

Numquam Oblitus

Author's Note

Recently I've been struggling at work...
My job currently requires me to prepare someone's record... to be delivered to their next of kin...
Each time I look at it though... I just can't do it.
So I wrote this... And wish I could properly dedicate it to the person...
I pray to whatever gods may be... For the resting of their soul...