Scattered

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Fate's Design

The emptiness was ardent.

She smiled contentedly at being back where she belonged. There were no flames in her hand this time; she could feel the flames in her blood as her heart pumped them to every cell of her body.

She couldn't relish in the emptiness too long as the black fog was clearing.

A full moon hung in the bed of twinkling skies. The waves lapped at her feet like a gentle kiss as she stared out into sea that glittered from the reflection of the vast Cosmos. The white shimmery sands covered the expanse of the beach beyond which thick foliage grew.

On her lap was beautiful white leather bound book, adorned with sapphire stones that glowed like the flames that she could summon in her hands. She gently opened the book, fearing she might hurt the ancient tome. The first page fell opened and small cursive letters filled the off-white papyrus.

Something in her recognized the unfamiliar words written and moreover, she knew that she wrote those words herself.

"Dark nights and lily blooms;

The tangled threads of Moirai call to me,

With visions of dark and sapphire,

Entwined with no end nor beginning."

She turned the page, following the inked trails under the full moon while the waves gently crashed on her feet.

"Dark nights and lily blooms;

I see fire, I see destruction, I see chaos;

The one with silver heart bleeding gold,

Searching for the inheritance of the very chaos he desires."

"Dark nights and lily blooms;

The cosmos call to me, to shed myself, to join the infinite stars.

But I need not the burdens of sight,

For sight seems to precede trust.

The Cosmos calls to me, to give away that gem which poisons me,

To the ebony of my sapphire.

A poison to one, a boon another."

She eagerly turned the last page; eager to find out how the poem she wrote centuries ago ended.

"My lily blooms that wilts, I wish for sweet ignorance;

As of the children of Prometheus,