A person sat in a pink house, motionless as she examined the scene inside of the Sun Knight's bedroom. She turned her pink face to her left, pigtails swinging as she announced, "Looks like your Son/Sun is up and running again."

The whispy figure appeared beside her, translucent skin shimmering and scarlet hair tumbling to her waist elegantly as she stood, looking extremely tall in contrast to the pink person, who even in this new body still stood shorter. Her full, red lips quirked into a smile as she murmured, "That's good. Thankyou for helping."

"Don't thank me," The pink person said in a bored tone, pulling out a strawberry lollipop and beginning to lick it, "I did it because my toys are no fun when they're broken. I'm not in it for the sentiment. You really have chosen an interesting one though, haven't you?"

The woman nodded fondly, looking almost maternal, "I have. From the very start he was always like a ray of sun. He brings people the light so naturally, not even noticing he's done it."

"You sound weak," The person replied scathingly, "Hurry up and disappear, apparition. I told you, I don't care for sentiment."

The woman laughed a child's laugh as she began to fade, "You always were shy. Don't pretend he didn't bring you light too. Even if we're Liche's, our heart still longs for light."

She remained quiet as the woman disappeared completely, leaving her alone in the darkness. This was a familiar darkness, and the woman wore it like armour. This was a darkness she had lived in for hundreds of years, a darkness she was thrust into unless needed. This was a once-comfortable darkness that now felt like a worn t-shirt, much too small and constricting to wear any longer.

She sighed and lit a lamp with magic, knowing in her heart that the woman had been right. She was a Liche who had detached herself from all things 'human'; emotions, friends, family, love. She had thrust herself into a self-informed darkness, living lifetimes almost stationary in this small, dark house. She had hired herself out to the church in order to keep this darkness untouched. Yet now as she stood, hand resting upon a gold dagger encrusted with a dangerously glinting gem, she had to admit that she could no longer sit here idly, waiting for death to claim her. After thousands of years in darkness, waiting for death, she had been pulled into the light by a small child with brilliantly shining, golden hair.

After I finished the last chapter, still felt like there was one last thing that needed finishing, and this this was born. It's extremely short, I know, but I just felt like emphasising how much (I think) Grisia impacted on everybody around him. After writing the first few chapters I began to wonder what Pink was like without Grisia, and it sort of came up like this.

(Please dont throw rocks at me for the bad Sun/Son pun)

Thankyou so much for reading. Seriously, thank you. It's been fun. I hope to start up another soon because, well... It's holidays and I feel like I'm sitting at home doing nothing half the time. Suggestions and ideas are welcome. :3

Yet another update! If you didn't like the ending (or just want to read more) head on over to my profile. I have an alternate ending starting up (set in the world that Sun didn't become Sun) which I hope you'll enjoy. And thank you SO much to everybody who has reviewed! I'm so happy everytime I read them ^-^

P.S: Here's the blurb for the alternate ending:

When Grisia plunged the dagger through his heart he thought that would be the end of it. How very wrong he was.