BOOK 2 | Resume the War

Arc 8 | Special Chapter: The Soarta

Resume the War
Special Chapter

THE SOARTA

When and where did it all start?

I have been living for billions of years. A lot of things had already happened.

There are a lot to mention.

I was the immortal world's Soarta. I never had a name nor made an effort to have one. I could not think of anything. I was never good at making names. Even the name of my sons and daughter were all the king's idea.

I was born...as the Soarta. My origins were the ones who created the immortal world. And everything.

I was born to be the fate.

But everyone misunderstands my title as the Soarta.

My title doesn't give me the privilege to create fates for everyone. I am merely the only one, one in a billion, who can see it.

At first, I did not know why I was born. Or why I have this title.

Why am I called the Soarta? Why am I the goddess of fate?

The Theos World is the most impeccable world among the worlds in the immortal world. I managed to do it because of what I am god of.

I can see the future that it made the world I was ruling always ready for any upcoming dilemmas.

However, even with that, I still couldn't feel anything. It is as if...I still haven't used my title as the Soarta to where it should be used.

I knew my capability is not only for ruling the Theos World.

I explored. I observed. I tried different things to find the reason for my birth. I wanted to know my purpose. The real one. I wanted to know why I was created. I wanted to know why I became the Soarta.

Until one day, a man lesser than me came into my life.

I should marry him, they said.

I had no plans to marry. I thought I alone was enough to rule the Theos World. I never considered the idea of marriage.

I forgot that I had to bore fruit. Right...even if we are immortals we still can die. But our death takes a long time. Really long. Long enough for us to see different eras born and die.

Before my sons were born, time was the only thing that could kill us.

I knew I had no more choice. I really have to bore fruit.

My heir or my heiress. My successor.

That is why I accepted that man. I accepted his hand and our marriage.

As I took his hand, I saw what would happen.

Everything that would happen once I marry him.

I was astounded. I was heartbroken. It was the first time I felt fear. It was the first time I wanted to turn back on my actions.

I had seen my suffering. I had seen how my life would be with him. I had seen the wars. I had seen the downfalls. I had seen things that I did not perceive would exist.

I did not go out of my chamber as I was thinking of it. I needed to think it through. It took me seven moons to finally accept my fate.

Why didn't I run? Why did I still accept the marriage?

After seeing the fate I would have with him, I had seen as well the thing that I have been looking for desperately all this time.

My purpose. The real reason for my existence.