Change

They say, for every minute you lose of life that you should have, in your last few minutes, you are allowed it.

To relive it.

To change it. 

Marilyn stood there. It was all over. The fire was around her and everything was falling apart. She heard a slam of a door. Or was it the fall of a wall?

What difference did it make?

It was all over.

She lay down, clutching her throat slightly. It was too late. They'd know how she died, but would it matter? After all, all the tragedy they had caused, wasn't it better they were dead?

But she still had those seven minutes.

They called him Zeitler. There were those who were his friends and devotedly clung to his every word. And there were those, too weak by his corrupted power who damned upon him every curse they could utter.

And Marilyn was his.

Marilyn closed her eyes furiosly. She felt a fire burning her skirts. Then closed her eyes.

Day Seven of Constanence

Marilyn was young, and she had everything. Being daughter of the King of Auria, she was often referred to as the Deunbrasf. There was no exact translation for the word, but, the best to describe it, the word meant a bright key, a hope in a way. The dear key was loved. And she had loved a Nathier. Then, over the hedge, one day, she saw his face. It was fond, speckled in frowning freckles while he smiled happlly. And she fell out of love with Nathier, and lost her heart to this new boy.

"I'm Zeitler!"

"Marilyn"

He grunted, then climbed over the wall. His cute face flushed in effort. Then he plopped down, dusted off his fine clothes, and bowed. She curtsied, blushing furiously.

He stared at her, holding her gaze with his beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair.

"You are beautiful, deunbrasf le Auria"

From that day forward they were together. It was decided. She loved him with more than anything. Threw away her life, her friendships, everything. Some said he was to ambitious, too daring. Who knew?

Day Fifty Two of Lideltrik

"Marliyn!"

She turned and Zeitler strode forward, bowing deeply. Then his boyish grin spread over his face again and all formality lost. Marilyn loved that look. 

"I am made commander!"

Her face split into a beautiful smile, and she wrapped a tender hug upon him. He kissed her, his mouth soft and loving upon hers. Then he said,

"We will wed soon, and soon we will wed the world!"

She didn't know what he had meant at the time. Hadn't known the killing that he would induce to'wed the world'. She wished he hadn't. Earthquakes and terrible natural calamities had scoured Auria, as if the country was declining his reign. In his sleep, he would mutter odd words about the land, of plans, of keys. He had killed countless to get hold of some sort of key that would 'control the land'. But she loved him. Marilyn would never stop loving him. She would love him to death, and for him, she would become evil.

Day Thirty of Zeitler

"Marilyn", Zeitler strode up in his military uniform.