[Empress of Neon]

Early in the morning, the arena littered with dead...

A mother visits with grief in her head...

A piece of her creation; taken with sorrow...

Soon finding its place on her nightstand; next 'morrow...

Engraved; in gentlest azure:

"I created you to fight... and you made me proud. Your very being robbed breath of the crowd. You inspired many; and me, to do better. You'll always be remembered; forever."

~Love, Mother