In each and every timeline, there's bound to be slip ups and mistakes, some bigger than others. Death and sorrow is inevitable.
What linked each timeline and world together was the world tree. From the world tree, a child of gold would be born and...
In each and every universe and timeline, there will always be exceptions. Athanasia De Alger Obelia was an example of such exceptions.
Her first life was truly horrible. The replacement and execution of a forgotten princess, and the downfall of the empire that shortly followed.
After the tragedy that was her first life, her second began. A completely different world, and a not so different situation. An orphan in South Korea, with her life cut short once again. She was overworked and all on her own, with no one around to support her. Athanasia had overdosed on sleeping pills and had again, died.
While it's true that it is rare for even a second chance, Athanasia was given yet another chance at life.
Some would consider this a blessing, some a curse.
The fate of the world should not be changed by those who know it. Interrupting the flow of the world by intervening, especially when you don't play a role, is an absolute violation of the universe's ruling.
However, only if the timeline had gone off a track it's not meant to, the predetermined fate, only then may one involved in the schemes be able to absolve that jurisdiction. The silver lining in a world full of hatred and darkness. Someone powerful enough to change everything.
The blonde sat up, groggily. She was so sure she had heard someone calling her. What first caught her attention was the warmth coming from beneath her. It was warm enough that it made her uncomfortable, yet it didn't burn. It didn't even hurt her.
She let out a small yawn, and tears welled up. Though, they quickly evaporated from the heat. Athanasia rubbed at her eyes as she raised her head to marvel at the scenery before her.
Everything was on fire. Well, except herself.
What appeared to be the Obelian Empire was up in flames. The flames were abnormally hot, like an artificial fire that burned everything in sight, friend or foe. Relentlessly, the flames roared, crying out. Its embers were full of sorrow, pleading and begging for help. Each and every voice of the flame that rose up, Athanasia felt her head spin.
Gripping her head in her hands, she moved forward. One step... Two steps... A steady pace began. Each step that Athanasia took only worsened the throbbing pain in her head, wailing and crying out. Her structure was shaky, and she tripped multiple times. She was unaware of what she was searching for, but the flames urged her to move forward, the desperation evident.
