The world is divided into two categories of individuals: those who believe that destiny is preordained and those who believe they can shape their own path. Lianne identifies with the latter group. However, growing up in the dazzling light of Lys, sh...
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When I woke up, I was in his bed, lying by his side. Deimos was gazing at me in fascination, playing with the red strands that had escaped from my long braid. I looked at him, confused, not remembering much after falling asleep on his windowsill. He smiled at me cheerfully.
"Good morning, my little sunshine," his tone was warm and sweet, his silver eyes filled with affection. I thought it was a good start after the tumultuous night I had endured. That thought was interrupted when darkness and light enveloped me, and then I understood. I found myself in another sparsely furnished bedroom, sitting on the floor. I saw two figures outside the window and decided to crawl under the bed to wait for their return. It wouldn't be very nice to be caught in a state of undress by strangers or perhaps relatives. The mere idea that they might be my in-laws made me smile. Stiff and stern as they were, they would have died of shock, or Lumier would have been abandoned by his wife, thinking he had an affair. The two strangers were laughing heartily; I could hear their voices. This wasn't Deimos's parents' room; it was mine."You're always so caring!" my father said cheerfully.
"I want you to know how much I've been waiting for her in case I don't survive, as the prophecy says." His good mood vanished with that sentence, disappearing into the breeze blowing on the terrace. Serenia.
I tried to lean out to see their faces, but I couldn't. They were sitting with their backs to me on two white-painted wrought-iron chairs around a small table, the same ones that were now on the terrace of the ballroom. My father's arm encircled her waist as he watched her glue and write on something I couldn't distinguish. "You'll make it," he whispered, finally kissing her cheek. How much I wished to tell him not to lie, perhaps at that moment he truly believed what he was saying.
"When the day comes, the sun high in the sky will shine, and then the chosen one will come into the world, while her mother will depart in peace, watching over her for the rest of her days." She recited.
"You know we can't defy the prophecy; what matters is that she is strong, healthy, and loved." They sighed disheartened. I saw her hair shine in the sun just like mine; I wondered how many things we had in common if only I could have observed her more closely.
I was tempted to get up, free myself from the annoying bedspread that was pinching my back, run to her, hug her, and say,
"It's me, Mom, I'm fine, and I'm loved. Your sacrifice has given me a life full of a thousand emotions." But I refrained; there was no need to interfere in that still serene past without shadows. She got up, and I could see her swollen belly despite how thin and frail she appeared from behind. She approached the painting depicting a sunflower field in Deimos's room and lifted it. Behind it, there was a safe, but that was when my journey was about to end... or maybe not. I found myself inside Lucifer's study, lying on the floor like a fish out of water. I jumped up, trying to find shelter behind the curtain behind the desk in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, Abros, this is not our destiny, and I can't reciprocate your feelings..." It was still my mother talking, much younger and less happy than in my last vision.
