(A/N: once again, you can see wilbur and niki as either platonic or romantic. karl is there too, but not in any relationship. also karl lore pogchamp??)
Karl watches from the clouds, staring down at a woman and a man, dancing in a bakery. He wants to go down, wants to inform them of their futures in hopes of perhaps preventing a tragedy, but in the end he is the god of prophecies, not fates nor futures, and he cannot change a single thing, no matter how much he wants to.
The two dance around, the song of a disc in a jukebox playing soothingly. They look at peace. Karl is envious, in a way. They get to be free of all stress, even if it's only for a little while, while Karl has to sit up here, knowing what will happen, and yet helpless to do anything about it.
He can see what will be ahead of them. The man will be exiled, leaving the woman in a country taken lawfully by a tyrant. The man will spiral into madness while the woman will simply be a bystander in the war that will soon to follow, because after all, she is a woman, and women rarely get important parts to play in history, especially not when they remain a pacifist. The man will blow everything they've breathed and lived for into pieces, and the woman will be left with the broken pieces of a country that was never a country in the first place, and taking care of a bunch of traumatised, way-too-young children.
In another world, perhaps things could've been different. Karl's the god of prophecies, but prophecies can change.
In one world, they would've been rulers, just and kind and loyal to each other. They would've upheld peace and power, and in any war the woman's abilities would've shone, because nobody expects a war to be won with words and kindness. The man would've been able to rest, not having to live up to the expectations of his bloodthirsty family, instead helping with words and charm while still getting the same amount of rush from it, because diplomacy is a double-edged knife and he is a master at the art of blades.
In another, different world, they would've been at peace. They wouldn't have had much power, but they would've been at peace, and happy, and surrounded by their family all alive and safe and happy, too. They would've ran their little business together, and not have to worry about whether they would live to see the next sunrise, or whether they would be safe and sound by the end of the day.
But this is not either of those worlds, and the man and the woman will be spun into a story of tragic soulmates, separated by wars and tyrants and pride. A tragedy of romance in a legend of war and manipulation.
"Hey, Karl, you need to get a move on!" someone yells at him, startling him from his thoughts. "Come on, it's about to start!"
Karl stands up, taking one last look at the happy duo of soulmates before turning away and leaving. The soulmates dance and sing along to the sweet tune filling the air, their relationship uncertain but positive.
Wilbur Soot, a man of wisdom and madness. Nixida Nihachu, a woman of good and war.
"That girl will be the lover of evil." Karl says to no one but himself, and he feels the truth spin into existence.
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A Splash Of Paint (MCYT Oneshots)
FanfictionIt's just me challenging myself to write a one shot for mcyt everyday. (Mostly) no ships, and the ones that exist are mostly background or barely mentioned at all. I'll do my best to post everyday, since that's literally the challenge, but y'know, t...
