I pity the humans for needing to defeat the powerful Gods and Goddesses. They could use what the witches have enchanted weapons and their own powers. I wish I could do that. But I can't because of my powers like how my tears are the Nectar of Life.
I walk through the Woods Of Weird where nobody could be but me. I wish that someone would rid me of this curse and love me for the person I am. A lie I tell myself about being able to love. The man of my dreams will always be reckless and stubborn. A vampire at that- it's the greatest thing to know the future. I speak of the future,
'A man so stubborn and strong,
will recklessly save his queen from the darkness,
She will in turn save him from death,
Let us fight you Gods and Goddesses,
You will die,
Goodbye.'
I continue my stroll to the end of the Woods and see a man. He looked so handsome and so fragile. Why? Was he here to die by my hand?
"Boy, what are you doing here? TO DIE?"
He looks at me and I can't help myself to admire his face. He was as pale as snow, eyes as red as rubies and his hair was black as midnight. He opens his mouth in a gasp from just one look at me, The Goddess Of Death.
"Goddess! Please. I want you to help us to defeat the evil."
I look at him and smile.
"No. There are reasons for things that happen."
He shakes his head angrily and turns away from me.
"What mistake did you make for the evil not to take you Goddess?"
"I am Death."
He looks me in the eyes and I see a glimpse of his life. But more importantly his death. Horrible... Gruesome... Brutal... Alive? What is this power I feel? To be alive again would I save him. But why would I save him?
The Gods truly are cruel and humorless. They think that I think never find the one I will love. But maybe that will happen very soon...
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Truth Behind The Lies
خيال (فانتازيا)I am a Goddess of Death but I am not like the other Gods. They kill everyone and anyone. They are very powerful but the saviors are just as powerful. The saviors just want to live a normal life.
