Being an Average

Elizabeth smiled thoughtfully. It was quite rare that her master would give her time to relax. Of course, that was her previous master, Charles. Now she was serving Robert. Such different personalities, she thought merrily.
Elizabeth sat down carefully on a chair in the library. The library seemed endlessly huge, you could almost find yourself lost. It was almost nightfall, and she saw several other servants rushing past getting things ready for their assigned master. Elizabeth waited patiently for Robert to come and request her to do something; she was always worried about the scoldings and penalties a servant could get. She slowly began to fall asleep.
Screaming, running, endless fear. Many people running, panicking. A slow rumbling sound boomed across the lands. Two powerful figures looming over. The first was a woman with chestnut hair and cherry red eyes, red energy swarming all around her. The second was a man, also with chestnut hair, but azure eyes, and the energy was blue. The scene was both chaotic and demonic at the same time.
Robert stared at the grave dismally. Usually servants didn't get a grave, but she, she was special. More and more servants were dying or running away these days. But he had never thought that Elizabeth would be one to go. Charles was laughing at him, just because Robert happened to 'like' Elizabeth. Joeseph was sniffling and sobbing, but only because he knew Robert cared for Elizabeth. Stevonna was just waiting to go back inside.
Elizabeth had died trying to stop an assassination. It was noble, but Robert would have preferred it if she had survived.
"Can we leave now?" asked Stevonna roughly. She waited impatiently for a few seconds, and then she just walked off.
"See you later Bob" snickered Charles impolitely. He walked away with Stevonna, which only left Joeseph and Robert.
"Joe. You can go." Robert sighed; there was no point in making Joeseph wait there for him. Robert looked up into the night sky, the cold biting at him.