Briefly he wondered if history would remember her for what she was, or would she fade as others had into the anonymity that was history?

Forgotten only to be remembered by a handful, a story to be passed down by humans and eventually forgotten. What a sad fate, he thought.

But as long as he lived, and as long as those that fought alongside her could tell their tale, a part of her would always exist in this world, one small bright spot large enough to illuminate even the darkest soul.

~A fanfic I read