The dewy air of the tropical Island weighed down upon the tanned shoulders of Avalon. It was going to be another humid rain, she observed as she put out large pots to collect fresh water. Her days were calm routines of hunting birds, gathering fruit from trees, and if she was lucky she would catch a few beetles to roast over tonight's fire.
She relaxed into her retired life routine of isolation in the pond near her cave. It was a perfectly hidden pond as ferns, bushes, flowers, and trees grew around the shallow shore of it. Avalon ran her hair through her dark curly hair, pulling out leaves and twigs that had gotten stuck .
Avalon looked up at the overcast sky with a lack of fulfillment. This was her retirement life. She was free from society for three stress-free successful years. She didn't have to save the world from some madman. She didn't have to worry about accidentally touching someone and seeing their future, and all of the demigods and gods of this earth were content. Why did she feel as though she was missing something? She certainly didn't miss watching her back anymore. She certainly didn't miss the thrill of the adventure. Then why does she feel like she's rotting away?
She wrapped her arms around her torso, hugging herself. This was the life to enjoy as much as she could. Alone and at peace, she thought to herself as the sounds of the island sang to her. Alone, yes, at peace? Suppressing the trauma of the past is not peace. Avalon is rotting away. She doesn't know how to treat the infection plaguing her lost soul.
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In Fate's Hands (Sinbad of the seven seas)
FanficA lawful good Prince is sent on an expedition to obtain The Oracle's Mirror, a legendary mirror that tells the future of the person using it. Expectations change when a haunted warrior protects the mirror with her life. Welcome to the fanfiction in...
