✧. ┊ 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜︕ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 ✘ 𝚐𝚗︕ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
ʺ 𝐡𝐞𝐲 , 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 ? ʺ
╰┈➤ After being raised in a poor environment, your life met a tragic end. Dying without a place to call home, how pathetic was that?
The only source o...
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Time.
What was time?
The months in a year? Weeks in a month? Days in a week? Hours in a day? Minutes in an hour? Seconds in a minute?
The concept of all things past, present, and future?
You wandered aimlessly. Your mind had stopped thinking, stopped feeling. You were both emotionally and physically numb, as though you only lived just to die.
You hunted for food and hydrated yourself only when necessary. Slept only when your body was about to shut down, bathed only when you saw a source of water.
You didn't care about your wellbeing. Even if you died tomorrow, would anyone mourn your passing?
You never built yourself a shelter, you never needed it. You had not an ounce of mora, so even if you wanted to you couldn't pay for medicine for your wounds. You could only rely on specific plants to act as bandages.
Time seemed so slow, yet so fast.
Some days, it felt like ten years had gone by before the sun set. Other days, it felt like the sun rose and set in the same minute. Time, in your perception, was beginning to distort in a way that made you insane.
As you laid against the hard ground of the forest bed, your thoughts were blank. Unmoving and frozen. Your eyes began to fall, and you made an attempt to keep them open. However, they worked against you, and your desperation to stay awake had ultimately failed.
In that moment of pure stillness, a voice spoke in the midst of the battle in your mind.
"Fate is the very thread that binds this world together, yet you've already taken fate into your own hands and have begun to reweave it."
Your eyes shot back open in an instant, now fully awake at the sound of a voice speaking inside your head.
...Fate? No, let it be damned, you couldn't care less. You had enough of it. Enough of whatever "fate" was in this world.
"The fate of this world is one that cannot easily be changed, even a god may only have a slim chance."
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"You possess something not of this world, something not of this universe."
You didn't ask for this. You never wanted this.
"Is that correct, God of the Thousand Winds of Time? Or perhaps... you are no longer her."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" You screamed, hands gripped on your hair as you curled up into a ball. You had enough. Enough of everything. Did you ask to be born with this power? Were you just supposed to accept it? All it did was put you in a position where you were easily taken advantage of, being used like a tool until you could no longer bear it. And when you had no more use, you were abandoned in a way that spoke as if you never mattered in the first place.
