An era later . . .
Every night, I dream the same dream: a warm, dreary lake, still in its disposition as it basks in smooth grayness. Along the vastness, through the thin fog, a single canoe drifts, decrepit enough that the birch threatens to rot away.
Yet, I stay put, right in the center.
Unknown is my destination.
Aimless is my direction.
But I am not afraid.
Not as the emptiness unfolds.
Not as I am convinced of isolation's certainty.
More than anything, my calmness caresses my fingers, assuring me of the pieces aligning, of the boundless placidity which awaits.
In this endless nothing, I can afford to just be.
That is, until the scene shifts pace, urging me to whistle a new tune.
The cue: a magnificent serpent, colossal in her size as she threatens to swallow whole entire galaxies. But as she breaches the lake's top, water dribbling off her iridescent scales, her demeanor keeps calm. Such kind eyes—pockets of sapphire whose pupils mimic working gears.
My boat freezes before her, and I stand tall.
"What is your name?" she asks.
I answer, "Violet Newcastle."
"Where do you come from?"
"The land of Eridios."
"Are you happy?"
My heart glimmers.
"I am."
Normally, our exchange would end there, but rather than receding back into the deep, the beast remains in place, her gaze piercing the very atoms of my soul.
"Do you know your destiny?" she asks.
I shake my head.
Her message drops like a gentle lightning bolt.
"You will."
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In the distance, the blue jays sang their song, their notes harmonious as they swirled smoothly into my eardrums.
Before long, my consciousness flickered to life, and I parted my leaden eyelids to set my sights on a ceiling of oak.
Morning already?
Apparently so, for from the open back window, a soothing sky of blue greeted me, accompanied by the sun's mild rays soaking into the room.
My fatigue merciless, I sat myself off, brushing my futon's cover off my torso. I then glanced around, finding only myself in this neat, modest bedroom. Simple dressers pressed themselves against the walls of bamboo, beneath various pieces of artwork and calligraphy.
Beside me lay another futon, only this one had already been folded nicely.
At the implication, my joy bloomed, and dressed in my loose pajamas, I rose to my feet to amble to the exit. With every step, the warmth of the wooden floorboards poured into my toes.
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Melody of the Holoverse
Fanfiction"I stood before the great serpent, my heart quivering with platinum as she whispered my destiny." In the outskirts of Eridios, Violet Newcastle lives her peaceful life, helping her grandfather with the farm as she simply wonders what she'll be havi...
