After leaving Chandler to die in the tower room I wandered aimlessly.
I found my way straight to a small chapel, a room only I had ever really used in all the years I lived here. Growing up I was always either in the library or with my father but sometimes when I wanted to be left alone, I would be here. The walls were dark stone, the floors the same dark stone. A deep midnight blue carpet down the aisle, just wide enough to walk on. The room was small, only four small pews on either side of the isle, two to the left and two to the right. The only decoration an ornate and colorful stained-glass window of a man and woman with raven black hair and white pupilless eyes. The window stood over a stone altar covered in dusty cobweb covered candles. Usually, I kept it nice but I hadn't been here in a long time I realized as blood ran from my nose, I touched it knowing that it was just another sign I would only have so much longer until I would die. Only I did not fear the knowledge I would die, I felt peace because of it. I would see him soon. I would be with all of them again. Though the longer I stood there the more I realized how right both Chandler and I were.
For some reason or another, the cause would always rise up again. There would always be another civil war, another call for the great war between territories. History would always be at risk of the doom that would be to repeat the same mistakes. Always at risk of another never-ending war. Always another destined to walk this broken and devastating path, leaving them shattered. A shadow of who they once were. First it was Annabelle and it was meant to only be her but her mistake ran deeper than any knew. I'd been the hope. Hope that it would only need happen one last time to correct what had been changed. Only I realized in the chapel that day, it would never end. A cycle that would stir up over and over and over again. It would never be enough. There was no way for those of us who came after her to fix anything, we were simply meant to hold it together like glue. Every so often, it would fall apart and another would pick up the pieces to die holding them together until the next came along.
"Oh, sister...What have you done?" I whispered hoping she might somehow see me or be here with me from the in-between. Without warning or goodbye, I put on my cloak and took nothing but my sword and a few empty leather-bound journals from the library with vials of ink and pens. I didn't even look back as I used the library tunnel to escape the palace, I once called home, knowing where I must go and praying I could do so before I succumbed to fate. As per my plan when I was nowhere to be found, Calder had been made king. As the days passed by, I began to grow sicker and sicker as I spent my final days truly alone, carefully finding my way to my sister's abandoned home. It was there I wrote in a matter of a day or two every word and detail of my sister's journals until I had two identical copies and in the third and final journal, I wrote this. I wrote my story as she once had written hers. The one you now read.
As soon as I finished them, I left the abandoned home behind me, leaving it to decay until one day it would be forgotten unless someone found and inhabited it. I kept with me the journals to write this, nearing death with each passing day and every page I write these words upon is filled. Yes, I am ready. I will greet fate like an old friend and when I crossover, I will reach the other side. Annabelle and I would move on from this hell and perhaps on the other side we can reunite with those we've loved, known, and lost... Perhaps I will see him again...
If you're reading these final words...
Forgive us. In the end we were simply two people who could not save the world from its mistakes.
We were simply someone who was not strong enough for this hell.
Here lies the awaited end of this journal, of my story.
The end.
Sincerely, Naryssa.
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Naryssa's Choice (The Fate and Destiny Chronicles Vol. 3)
FantasyA world of dark and light faeries once at war is now at peace between its two territories after the events of Annabelle's life as the prophesized one. Only now there is a new story waiting to be told as the true depth of Annabelle's mistake unravels...