Of Doves And Demons

"It has everything to do with you little dove." Freda sniffled.

"How?" River yelled out exasperated, throwing her hands up into the air.
Freda wiped away her tears.

"The same seer that warned us of the attack and the arrival of the furious god also told us of a savior." Freda stared at the cold tea blankly. "A girl with hair as white as snow and ivory skin with the power rivaling a God."

"It is said that this girl will come from Earths magic-less dimension in 19 summers and end the suffering we have all endured." River shook her head frantically shooting up out of the couch with renewed vigor.

"No."

"Yes." Freda looked towards River her eyes glittering with unbridled hope, she put so much faith into her. River was going to save them all.

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Fate as we have it, is inescapable. No matter what we do. Run, hide or fight we as poor little beings always end up where we destined to be.

River believed in fate and even when being captured and trained and told of her destiny she fought fate.

But destiny always had a way of playing itself out. No matter what.