Worlds Colliding

signs

destiny / noun

the hidden power believed to control future events; fate.

I walk through narrow streets, looking at the big windows of old shops. I take my time, in no rush. I enjoy this part of the human existence. It's nice. Mundane in a good way. I look around and see the sunlight slip through buildings, I feel it on my skin and decide to pull out my sunglasses. I open my bag and spread my fingers, searching into its wide content. The bag is old and dark grey and it has seen better days, and I can't say that I mind. There is something so familiar about it in a world that is still so strange to me, even after all these years.

I was born here. But 'here' wasn't my home. It was just a place, a training field. I was taught to be a warrior, a survivor, and a conqueror since I was a little girl, old enough to comprehend my destiny and my path, always trained to be ready for anything. 

To be ready that one day, I will bring end to the world as we know it. Because this body came to be on this earth, on this planet, but my soul began its journey far before this lifetime. 

I look up at the sky and admire the clouds and the way the sun plays with the light. I stare at the old stores and wonder about the simple beauty of things. All of this magic that I see before my eyes will one day change and demise. I lift my hand to my eyes and squint. There will be a time when this world will look completely different. There will be a new ruler to this planet, yet the world will keep on turning just the same. Even if it will be a much darker place.

For a while, I stand like a peculiar statue, frozen in time, and then I just shrug my shoulders, suddenly snapping back to reality. None of this really mattered. Not the glow of the sun or the pretty things behind the big vintage windows. Not the air that I breathed or the smells teasing my senses with each inhale. None of it meant anything. I had a job that needed to be done, that I was taught how to do from my earliest years. I was good at what I did. There was no one better to deal with the Raven warrior.

I furrow my eyebrows again. 

But could she be the one? That petite little girl that blushed at me as if there was fire running through her skin, blazing with every breath she took? Hmm, well no that petite. I smile to myself. She was attractive, I will give her that. Yet her curves or her edgy attitude would not save her life - if in fact, she was the Raven girl that she was looking for and that the elders feared so much. As if she could by some chance bring death to her kind, to all the ones that possessed magic and fires filled with multicolored shades and hues of the universe inside of them.

And those of my blood that didn't have such powers, managed to still obtain all sorts of special abilities. Some of my sisters could be oracles, and others could modify their life energy in such a way that allowed them to pass through objects like body-less spirits made of flickering smoke. It was an amusing power to have, yet didn't do much for killing skills. Those often belong to my brothers because of the gene pool they possessed, at times though many of our women overpowered the strongest of our male warriors. The abilities that came in our race where often a surprise and depended more on the spirit and less on the gender of our people. Yes, among out kind the gender was a very fluid concept, often blurring the lines in between. Our souls were the things that made us and defined our paths. 

My life energy was spectacular and outshone everyone else. That's why the task at hand was bestowed on me. I was trained to kill the "black feathers" as our kind called the spirit warrior, that in her human form somehow always ended up with the name "Raven", her soul altering the matter around her to her needs. Nobody knew exactly why that happened, yet it did. My mind wonders to the girl that I met two nights ago. There was just something about her.