My Trinity

Trinity looked at herself in the full length mirror again. Her hair was pulled up and fastened into a curly up do. The blood red tresses spiraled down over her shoulders still. She touched her cheek and let her hand fall away to look at her chest. She looked very different from her thirteen year old self. Her legs were slender and her hips were well curved. She had a flawless figure. Her skin was even a perfect shade of light, healthy tan.

The dress she wore was of Athenian style. It hung from both shoulders and flowed down like a gentle, soft breeze over her. A dark green tie was lost in the folds of the cottony soft material. Trinity turned and ran a hand down along the curve of her bottom. Her deep, beautiful green eyes sparkled like twin gemstones. She was a vision. It was how he always saw her from the very beginning.

"Admiring yourself?" Missiva stepped in and smiled. "You look very beautiful, Trinity."

"Thank you, Missiva." She looked up at the woman. "I feel different."

"You are much different now."

"Missiva?"

"Yes, Trinity?" She was busying herself as she talked. "You have a question?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Alright." Missiva turned and sat down in one of the large chairs that were in Trinity's room. "Come and sit."

"It is about me, I suppose , and about Master." Trinity sighed and sat down across from Missiva. "I'm not unhappy at all. I am very happy, but I just feel…" She grunted. "I don't know how to act anymore. Part of me wants to have him kissing me, while the other is still stuck in pet attitude."

"That can be confusing."

"He wants me to call him Zanhmere when we are alone, yet I call him Master when we aren't." Trinity pulled a doll over from the table. "I don't know this feeling inside me. It feels like my stomach is in knots. I want to be beside him and just love him, yet I am scared."

"I am sure that the Master is scared as well. It isn't easy for one such as himself to say what he has to you. You are both learning together. You are learning how to be together." Missiva smiled. "This may seem personal, but have you two…done…it?"

"It?"

"Has he taken you?"

"I'm confused." Trinity looked up at her. "D…do you mean it like kiss? He has kissed me."

"You were never taught about sex." Missiva nodded. "I think I have my answer."

"Sex?"

"It is what two people do together." Missiva sighed. "When you love one another and lay together."

"We lay beside each other all the time, though."

"I mean more, Trinity. You're a woman now, and he is a man."

Trinity gasped. She suddenly caught the meaning and her cheeks bloomed into a full shade of crimson. Missiva chuckled and nodded.

"Yes. That, but I don't think you have."

"Not yet." Trinity bit her lip. "He said he wants to mate...with me. He wants to perform the old ceremonies so all his people can see him take me as his q...q...queen."

"There will be many jealous demon women that day."

"Will you be there?" Trinity set the doll aside. "To see?"

"I am afraid not." Missiva looked down. She had been dreading this conversation ever since Zanhmere pulled her aside to talk to her. "This is what I came to see you about actually. I came to say goodbye."

"What!?" Trinity shot her eyes up. They were fixed on Missiva now. "Y…You can't leave! You're all I have to talk to in here!" Her eyes were starting to get a little moist. "Where are you going?"

"Trinity, don't cry." Missiva pushed herself up from her chair and moved beside Trinity. She wrapped her arms around the girl. She was the closest thing to a mother that Trinity ever remembered.

Trinity hugged her tightly. She didn't want Missiva to go away! "I…I'll talk to him. He will tell you to stay."

"Trinity, I have to go. Listen to me." She stroked her fingers through Trinity's curls. "You are a woman now. Master feels it is time that he takes care of you now. It is your time together with him."

"But where are you going? Will I see you again?"

"I suspect you will." Missiva smiled. "I want to tell you an old poem that my mother once told me."

"O…okay."

Trinity was crying. Missiva took the sleeve of her dress and wiped away the girl's tears. Trinity hugged her even tighter.

"There is a place where the nightingale sings. Its song welcomes all those he brings. It sits on a branch of a twisted oak tree. They curl and wrap around to touch the sky. Blackest midnight meets its outstretched branches. The stars never die and the bird's song will end. It is there that I will finally meet him." Missiva stroked Trinity's cheek. "Do you understand?"

"H…him?"

"Yes, Trinity. I am finally meeting death. It is his garden of peaceful eternity that I will go to. There he will decide my eternal fate. I am told by Zanhmere that he feels I will go to meet Elysian Field's gate." Missiva wiped more of Trinity's tears. "Please don't cry. You have made me the luckiest woman alive, Trinity. I got to know your sweet spirit ; I was touched by it."

"I don't want you to die." Trinity sniffled. "Why do you have to die?"

"Because, in a way, I already am dead. There is so much you will learn, sweet Trinity. Master Zanhmere watches over the Elysian Fields. If I am sent there, then he can bring you to see me." Missiva hugged the girl lightly. "So please don't cry for me."

"Missiva, I…" Trinity started to cry again. "I don't know if I can get along without you. You always help me pick out clothes and do my hair. I…You talk to me. You're my friend. "

"I can die happily knowing I made your life happy." She pulled away. "Trinity?"

"Missiva, please."

"I have to go now." She pulled away. "Please don't be sad for me."

"I want to help take you there." Trinity stood. "I can do it. I want to take you because you're my friend and I will miss you."

"I don't know if...you can, Trinity." Missiva knew this would be hard on the girl, but she also knew it was time. It was her reward to go before judgment and not be trapped forever. "I am not sure if you can."

"No." Missiva panted and grabbed her hand. "I want to. I will ask Zanhmere. He can take us both."

"Oh, Trinity." Missiva sighed and hugged her. "You are such a sweet angel."

"Missiva." Zanhmere pushed the door open. "Are you ready?"

"Master!" Trinity pulled away. Her eyes were all red from crying. "Z…Zanhmere."

"What's wrong, Trinity ?" He moved in swiftly to bring her into his arms. "Why do you cry?"

"I want to go with you to take her to that place." Trinity looked up at him. "Please. She is my friend. My only friend that I have had down here the whole time."

Missiva lowered her gaze. She too was crying. This really was a hard thing to do after so long together with one person. Zanhmere wiped the new tears away from Trinity's cheeks and nodded to her. He would give her anything she asked for.

"You will have to promise to let her go when it is time. You see, Trinity," He glanced at Missiva. "She has served me faithfully all these years and helped me with you. She is tired and her soul wants to rest now. This is the only reward I can give her that could even come close to knowing you. You must promise to let her rest."

"I...I promise. I want to help take her." Trinity pulled from the hug barely. "That is all. I swear I won't stop her."

"Very well." Zanhmere kissed her lips softly. "I would give you the world if I could."

He stood tall and nodded to the girls. Trinity was on his left side, the side where his heart was, and Missiva walked on his right. They walked together down a long, black hall which Trinity had never seen before in the palace. Zanhmere pulled her closer to him as they walked. The cold could be felt trying to nip at them.

"Do not be scared of the things you see. It is the passage into death's garden. Memories may flood into your mind. Do not let them scare you. Think of the ones that make you smile. They can turn away the pain of death's darkness."

"As long as I am with you, no darkness could scare me." Trinity hugged him closer. "Missiva?"

"Yes?" Missiva smiled. She had a peaceful look on her face. "Thank you for coming with me, Trinity."

"You will be okay?" Trinity focused on her. Her heart ached inside. She wanted to cry all over again. "I want you to be okay."

"I will be fine." Missiva nodded. "Because I know I have your wishes to carry me past this darkness."

"Here we are." Zanhmere stopped them. They stood before two large double doors. "The doors that lead to his garden. Missiva must enter alone from this point and you can not follow her." He looked at Trinity. "Alright?"

"I…understand." Trinity pulled away and hugged Missiva now. "Please be safe."

"My thoughts will always be with you and Master." Missiva kissed her forehead. "Go on now." She pushed her back into Zanhmere's grasp. He held her tightly against him. "Goodbye, Master , and thank you." She bowed her head. "Goodbye Trinity."

Missiva backed away into the doors. Trinity started to cry again. She watched Missiva disappear into the blackness. The doors closed leaving behind an eerie echo.

"Goodbye, Missiva."

Trinity hugged Zanhmere tighter than before. He swept her up into his arms and cradled her gently in the folds of his wings. For a moment she blinked. She could almost feel the warmth of feathers around her. Zanhmere walked slowly down the long hall again. He didn't know his Trinity would be so affected by this. It needed to be done, however. If he was ever going to learn how to be together with her, he had to let Missiva free so he could take care of Trinity himself.

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She stood at the opening of a large, iron gateway and looked onwards. The ground beneath her feet was kissed with white. It was cold underneath her bare toes. The iron gateways were black and stood out against the snow. The woman sighed and looked down. Her thoughts went to Trinity and how she cried for her.

The whispering wails of angel 's songs filled her ears. They caused her to look up into the garden again. It was changed! The grass was green and the sky was purest ebony night. There was a large gnarled oak tree that stood tall. Its branches touched the sky. Missiva gasped when the songs changed to a small bird's chirps. It was the garden of death still, but it was the garden that was described to her by her family.

The song beckoned her forward. She paused to look up at the iron archway again. It had two angels upon it. One was an angel with dark wings of stone black. The other was an angel with wings of snow white. Their hands were outstretched to meet in the center of the arch way. It was all just as her mother described to her.

"H…hello?" Missiva finally stepped through the gates. The small nightingale's song softened to a whisper and a cold breeze blew across her skin. "I…"

She was a little scared. Missiva looked around again to see the garden coming to life with that breeze. The grass swayed gently. The tree limbs danced. They were welcoming him. Missiva closed her eyes and thought of the good things. She thought of her friends, and mostly she remembered Trinity. When her tear drop fell and hit the garden' s grass he appeared to her.

She looked in awe of the beauty before her. He looked to be in his early twenties and very tall. His hair was silvery blonde and his eyes were blue. The black feathered wings on his back gave her clue to who this man was. Missiva went to speak but his perfect, flawless hand raised to silence her. His kind expression was comforting.

"Missiva."

"Yes sir?" She suddenly felt very diminutive. "I…y…you are…D…Death?"

"I am." He smiled. "You have been waiting a long time to die."

"I have, sir." She thought about Trinity though and her eyes started to water. "Though my time spent waiting was not horrid. I cherish that time."

Part of the gardens ground changed to a snowy white. The image of Trinity playing in the snow with her snowman was clearly seen. She was her thirteen year old self. Her smile was, as always, very vibrant. It made Missiva's heart leap to her throat and try to come out.

"Trinity?"

"It is your memory of her." He spoke in a whisper. "You were very fond of her."

"I was." Missiva wiped her cheek of the fresh tears. A ragged breath followed it. "I still am."

Another image appeared with her fixing Trinity's hair and another where she was tickling her. They played chase together. The two were very much like mother and daughter together. It made Missiva fall to her knees crying very hard now. Her hands covered her eyes.

"I know I have done things that I can never atone for." She looked up at death's serene face. "I know I can never make up for them. I didn't lead a perfect life when I was alive. I traded my soul to a demon to save my fathers. He had every right to punish me eternally, and I know you still have that right. Please though, I beg you. I have learned to love completely. I love Trinity more than life itself. If it meant that I will never see anything happy in my life again, I still ask only for her happiness. Send my soul away, but please always watch over her for me. Zanhmere means well but he still is new to things with her."

A single tear fell from Death's eye and hit the ground. She really had learned to honestly love. She offered her eternal self just to make sure that Trinity's life was always happy. His tear brought about a change in the garden again. His decision was made.

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It felt like hours passed. Trinity awoke in his bed, beside him. He was holding her against him. Her bottom lip trembled as she remembered where they had been. He cupped her cheek in his hand and nodded.

"I have good news for you, Trinity."

"You do?"

"Yes." He smiled. "Missiva was sent somewhere very special."

"The Elysian Fields?"

"No. This is even better for her." He kissed her softly. "She has been taken and given wings."

"Wings like you, Zanhmere?" Trinity sat up to look at him better. "Is she back here?"

"No, but she can come here any time she wishes to see you. I have granted her that permission." Zanhmere nodded. He let his wing cradle around her as he leaned up. Trinity leaned into the comfort of his wing and sighed.

"So where is she?"

"She is an angel. You helped her to become something pure, my Trinity. Her love for you made her ascend to something even greater than the Elysian Fields. Now she can watch over all the special Trinity's of that world up there and you down here."

"She is…an…" Trinity smiled. "She…has feather wings?"

"Yes."

"I think I felt her hug me with them." She whispered. "When we were leaving the doors."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she did." He chuckled. "As an angel, she is immune to some of my abilities."

"She is happy?" The question came meekly. "Being an angel?"

"I don't know. I am sure that she was just as happy knowing you. After all, it is you who helped her to become one." He let his hand stroke along her side. Trinity shifted so she could lay against him better. "But you can ask her for your self when she comes to visit you."

"Do you think she will come? What if she forgets me?"

"I don't think that is possible." He grinned. "You are a very special person that has achieved the impossible many times already. I don't think you will be someone she easily forgets."

"I hope not." She sighed. "But…"

"What's wrong?" He raised a brow. "Are you sad for her?"

"No. I'm not. I…just…" Trinity shook her head. "Who will talk to me now when you are away? She was the only one who stayed in the palace with me."

"Ah, I see." Zanhmere smiled. The dark haired king nipped her ear playfully. "I have a feeling you will meet others. In fact, I know you will. Mayven has taken a mate. She is a very …" He paused to think of how to phrase his words. "She is a very...unique woman. I also think you would like her."

"Really? I am very happy for Mayven. He needed someone. He was always a little grumpy."

"She reminds me of you, actually." He played with a stray curl. He let the ringlets wrap around his finger and he brushed through it gently. "She has a very soft side to her, unlike all the gruff males like me, Mayven , and the rest."

"You are not gruff. Don't say that." Trinity laid her head against his chest. "You are my Zanhmere, so that makes you perfect."

"Your Zanhmere." He smiled. "You know? I think I like that."

"My Zanhmere?"

"Yes." He blanketed his wings around her. "As long as it is you saying it."

"I will always say it." She snuggled in. "I have another question though."

"Yes?"

"Why did I grow up? I mean…I look…"

"It is how I always have seen you." Zanhmere interrupted her. "From the moment I pulled you away from the fire, I saw you. I saw you're soul. When I almost lost you on that mountain it forced me to realize something deep in myself. I realized that I do care for you more than just a pet. I learned that I could love. It hurt me so deeply that I fell to the ground confused. I have never known love, let alone something this strong for you."

"I think I always loved you. I just never said it. Part of me was afraid that you wouldn't like me anymore if I did say it."

"That would never happen."

"Well, I know that now." Trinity smiled. "I didn't know it then."

"You better not forget it." He tickled at her side, making her giggle and squirm. "Or I will have to pin you down and kiss you for a thousand eternities until you do remember."

"What if I said I forgot just to get you to kiss me?" Trinity blushed. "So you…would pin me down and kiss me."

"Oh?" He rolled and quickly had her under him. She gasped and looked up at him. "Like this?"

"Y...yeah." She smiled. "Like this."

"I will kiss you. As long as you tell me that you're not sad anymore that you had to say goodbye."

Trinity nodded to him. She felt happier knowing that Missiva was amongst all the angels. She even imagined Missiva singing in some angelic choir as she watched over the people. Trinity could see Missiva's beautiful dark hair against robes of white. She could see her white feathery wings ruffling. It was a pleasant memory to say her goodbye for now, until Missiva came to visit her again.

"Zanhmere?"

"Yes, Trinity?"

"I love you." She leaned up and kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. She wanted to lose her self in his kiss.

Zanhmere happily obliged her by kissing back just as passionately. He was sure that they could manage things now. This was the real beginnings of their forever together.

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A/n: I cried writing this. My beta said he was teary eyes too. Just one more closer to the ending.. Hope you like it.. Please Read and Review.


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