Memories

Interlude: Another Perspective (II)

Fate woke up to the sound of soft chimes, the paper that had once been scattered all around her was now stacked tidily on the desk she was laying on. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts and push herself into an upright position. "...Colourless must have tidied it up for me" she muttered to herself. There was also a jar of red roses, azaleas, and forget-me-nots, which Fate gave an eye roll at, 'Matchmaker'. Finally, she stood up. She made herself a fresh cup of pomegranate oolong tea and checked the time. "10...I have time...though, I do wonder how long I slept for."

She spread all 6 of her wings to stretch them and picked up a couple of pieces of paperwork. "I can finish a couple more." She sat down and began writing, quickly falling into the flow of work. It wasn't anything new to her, the mountains of work she needs to do due to being a Fate was something she had long grown accustomed to.

It hadn't been like this at first, but the way The Realm worked changed after their death. She glanced at the photo frame she placed on a stand when she had been young, it was now facing down. With each flick and swish of her quill, the stack of paper began to shrink. The ticking of the golden clock seemed to fade into the background and time became nothing but a forgotten concept.

It was only once the wind chimes rung once again that she was forced back into the world of awareness. She sighed and placed the quill in her hand down and stood up. She looked over at the clock to confirm the time. '11...it's been an hour. I should start getting ready'

Fate took the last sip out of her drink and started tidying herself up. Starting with her hair, then her clothing. It didn't take too long and it was done efficiently. She gathered the notes that were in a drawer and checked through everything.

"Let's see..." she hummed, "this meeting shouldn't take too long, since it isn't the monthly meeting... who called for it again-" Fate gasped and the papers were dropped to the floor. She fell to her knees and her wings bristled. "Who's there?!" She demanded, shakily standing back up. There had been a pulse of eerily familiar magic, one that brought waves of grief to her soul. The problem, however, is that the person the magic belonged to had died centuries ago, leaving her all alone.

"How dare you" she seethed, "show yourself!"

The room was still, no reply answered her but she could still feel it. It had been here, he had been here. Fate bit her lip. There wasn't anyone out there who could copy his magic, so how could this ever be possible. "...Soul?" she asked quietly, "are you here?"

Just like previously, there was no answer.

Fate sighed, the disappointment heavy in her mind. "Who am I kidding..." she chuckled to herself, "of course, he wouldn't be here. He's dead, they're both dead. I really am going crazy, aren't I?"

She knelt down and covered herself with her wings, wrapping her arms around her legs as she stared at the blank wall. "Why can't I get over them? Everyone else did." She ignored the small voice in her head that whispered and accused her of lies. That the others hadn't gotten over the twins, but rather, forgotten.

"Stars damn it!" She yelled in frustration, years of pent-up emotions spilling through the jar it was held in. "you idiots, you just had to get yourselves killed..."

"Can...you guys promise me something?" The small girl asked, twirling the daisy between her fingers. She glanced over at the two boys beside her, their unique appearance not bothering her at all.

"A promise?" one of them repeated, the red mark on his cheek glowed. "Sure!" the other grinned, his mark being blue.

The girl beamed, wings fluttering. "We'll be together, forever! Friends till the end!"

"Friends till the end." The two agreed at the same time.

They stared at each other for a moment before the three of them all erupted into laughter, "friends till the end" the girl whispered.

"You liars..."