Synchronicity

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Inescapable Fate

"At the end of the artificial paradise, deep, deep in the bottom of the earth, I am fated to sing prayers all alone." Myra sang softly.

    Leviathan had fortunately drifted to sleep, letting Myra roam aimlessly until he woke once more, in which she had to put him to sleep again. She stops in front of small lake surrounded by crystalized flowers. Fireflies illuminated parts of her little sanctuary, making it all the more magical.

    But never judge something by it's appearance, for that place holds a more tragic past. Myra kneeled down, her hand touching the glassy surface of the lake. The ripples echoed at the touch. How many years has she been there? Trapped by the unbreakable chains of fate.

    Moreover, she wondered about her life before this. Before being caged inside walls of adamant, before she was forced to follow a path of gentle requiems and deaths; when she was out there, able to see the sun's golden rays, to feel the cool breath of wind. When was the last she had a conversation with someone other than her own reflection?

    Myra knew that there was another person here; the Protector of the 'Paradise'. But she wasn't ever allowed to meet her. For the stranger who lives on the other side of the sealed doors never opened it; Myra had only heard her voice once, and that was when she was still naive- still able to hope for a chance at the surface world. She had begged the Protector to let her out, even if it was only for a second. Pleaded to her to release her from the cursed fate of singing.

    The person on the other side never gave her a clear answer.

    She said only two words in a monotonous voice. Yet it was enough to convey the whole message.

    "Sing Forever,"

    The Protector knew what her words meant as much as Myra did. You will never escape from fate.

    That wasn't the only thing she can remember.

    Far back to the earliest of her memories, she remembers a woman; though she couldn't remember much, she had enjoyed imagining what that woman looked like. She imagined that the woman had luminescent blonde hair that fell in gentle waves- or maybe her hair was unruly and took quite a lot of time to tame it. Her eyes- Myra couldn't remember the color- but if she went by what her heart told her, the woman's eyes would be so kind.

    The only thing she could pick out from her memories was the woman's smile. It had a feeling of genuine happiness on them...but at times Myra thought the mystery woman's smile had a twinge of sorrow hidden deep beneath.

    "No! Don't do this! Anything please! Just don't make my daughter suffer such misery!"

    Myra's head pounded heavily, her eyes winced in pain.

    "Myra, the one who sings but is never heard. Cursed to sing for the sake of this monstrous world."

    She held her treble cleft pendant tightly against her chest. These voices inside her head...what were they? Memories perhaps? But from when?

    Then came another voice. This time it was a boy's. "I will find you."

    A tear slid down her cheek.

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    On the other side of the gate stood guard the Protector. Her teal hair, tied into twin tails, bounced slightly as she made her rounds. The rings on her staff jingled as it moved, a silver key tied to a black ribbon dangled from the staff; the key was literally the key to her existence. It was also a reminder, of one of the events that happened long ago. Before the previous priestess was killed, and a new one took her place.