Lucretia - How did it feel?

How did it feel to be the last of one's kind? How did it feel to know that there would never be another being like you? 

Despair. 

That was how it felt to know that you were the only one who could keep the culture alive. That with your death, there would be nothing but legends, rumors, and in the worst case, nothingness.

Lucretia wanted to join her people in death. She wanted to die and be comforted in joining the spirits of those who went before her. She wanted to but also felt the desire to protect and preserve what was left of her culture and her people. She wanted to honor the dead and decided that if she survived, it was her duty to keep the memories of her people still alive. 

Still... 

She felt despair. 

She felt a hole that didn't grow smaller with time. 

She felt alone. 

She was alone.