The obscurity of the leaden horizon spreading on my field of view passed by at an unseen speed. I inserted more magic in the horse made of smoke, resulting in an opaquer figure than the ghastly shadow it originally was.
The highest peak of the tower clad in aureate became more gleaming as I gathered my momentum. The brilliance of its façade could almost compare to the radiance of the moon or even more. It was as if the building represented the sun in the murky vastness of the sky.
I landed right in the grandiose arc that framed its temple gates. Men and women adorned with golden clothes fell on their knees. The two knights guarding side by side the gate had already opened it by the time I went near.
The endless spiral staircase centered the halls. Darkness flickered in my hand, slowly wrapping it in my body before I floated towards the uppermost floor.
"Father! Father! Father!" My voice rose a tone for every word I spoke.
"Lower your voice, Cannaria." Compared to mine, it was almost a mumble yet still crystal clear.
Directly down the crevice on the roof, a ray of light passed through and illuminated his figure. Inside his temple, the untainted silk robes were changed with the flaxen shade of garments. It was a simple switch of clothes but the pure elegance he exuded every time had become the glorious majestic mien in front of me.
"Father! Do you know who Reagan is? How come I cannot see his future?"
That perplexed me the whole way here. Father shared his magic of foresight with me centuries ago. A mere touch would allow me to see the person's sealed fate. Though, there were some exceptions that made me come up with a conclusion.
"Is he also a god?!"
I could not stop the excitement. My smile stretched to both ends of my ears. It had always been the three of us- Me, Father, and Mhilrim. Now, it seemed like there would be another addition.
I must get him on my side!
Father turned his gaze towards me and uttered a single word. "No."
"Then how come? I tried to do it many times but I can't even glimpse a tiny speck of his future!"
"Your voice, Cannaria," Father reminded me again.
My eyes rolled. Could he not get used to my high-pitched voice after all these years?
Father raised his hand. Golden dust shimmered. It glowed and formed moving figures in the air. Tiny-shaped humans floated in midair. The majority did not glow but there were some who were much brighter than their surroundings.
"Amicas are rare. They are one in every thousand gifted with abilities solely for them. They are people who are blessed by fate in order to face their adversities."
One of my brows arched. It was not the time for him to lecture me about this basic thing. I really hated this side of him who could not talk straight.
"But." He pointed to a figure and it blazed with luminosity. "There are people like him who come once in a millennium. They are humans but their abundance of blessings is similar to us gods. To think such two talents will appear at the same time..."
My upcoming words stayed in my mouth. My mind stopped working upon witnessing a scene I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Goosebumps ran down my neck as I stood in a daze.
Ridiculous! How can Father be smiling?
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Mortal Goddess
RomanceA life full of grief and betrayal is a mortal's suffering but even a goddess cannot escape that fate. Once everything precious to her is taken, only insanity remains until she is sealed in the depths of the abyss. Centuries have passed and she is gi...
