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"You can't deny the stars"
Feared by the gods, worshiped by the dragons.
Death trails his path and revenge his captor.
With flames erupting with a blink of his eye,
destruction his priority.
Scared of the black dragon, the gods grant hi...
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|ESRA The Land Of Ruins|
THE DARK PROTRUDED OUT, DIMINISHING LIGHT ALONG WITH TRACES OF A WELL-LIT SKY.
The winds grew colder with each passing second under the black stroked night, where glowing stars became the only survivor of light.
The winds were merciful to none as it displaced the hinderance in its path. It seemed to intensify, rattling the trees as it danced through its unpredictable destination under the unruly shadowy night.
In all chaos stood out a silhouette of a lady, standing under the swaying tree paying no heed to her surroundings. The darkness didn't intimidate her, for what she seeks could only be pursued at night.
but curiosity would cost her.
Uncanny it was, when the eclipse night grazed her.
She knew the crowd would shoot her with looks of contempt and shake their head full of fallacies in disdain; as she slowly sat on the dusty ground and patiently gazed at the clouds. She could feel their frowns as she adjusted her back to the tree. It doesn't require a daft to know that the tribe was filled with breeding superstitions and unwavering falsehood.
She was to be questioned for wandering near a tree at night. Pondering over it only made a smile appear on her face making the skin stretch and wrinkles to deepen, her eyes squinted and twinkled with an unspoken mischief but the wrinkles formed untold the stories as age made her wise.
She stared patiently, for what she desired to unravel required patience. She wanted to unravel the answers. The answers for the capricious forthcoming.
"Seek to undo the longing in your heart, not the future."
She knew of what is to happen, her stubbornness was to be blamed as she lay uprooted while wishing the future would resolve to a change. Her prayers drained in vain but her old heart couldn't bear the pain of the upcoming. It was a futile attempt.
It truly is a curse. Knowledge of the upcoming is a curse. It strangles you to death by tangling you in a bundled knot of false hope. You helplessly watch as the predictions unfold through their cages, for what is to happen will happen. At the end, we are confined to take solace in hope, how fake may it seem, hope is the only entity that keeps us stable.
We depend on hope, be it in the form of a being or a thing, but in reality, we fail to realise that hope in actuality doesn't exist. We let ourselves be captured by falsehood as we venture into the idealism of hope. As we take comfort in this make-belief.
Hope gives strength and courage. Yes, it does.
But what is strength withoutpowerand courage withoutbravery?
This is what Esra failed to realise.
That closing our eyes will not change the reality. It will not make the demons disappear nor will it turn the battle grounds into gardens.
