A boy bound by destiny, a hero of propechy, to bring continuance, to deliver salvation for the world, yet fated to die in the hands of his loved.
A girl born of kindness, showered with hope, praises and respect, yet her road is paved with vengeance...
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Asura dragged her body out of the blazing rubbles. Her surroundings engulfed in flames. With little magic she has, she felt no trace of living beings. Only her in the Goddamned place. She finally did it.
"Master, why?"
She looked forward, squinting her eyes at the feet of a familiar man. No, a fading being. She held back a laugh as she looked up.
"They deserve everything. Everything they have done to me. To them. They deserved to-"
"It costs you everything"
"Yes."
The being said nothing back. His blue eyes is that of sadness and pity. "This will not change anything-"
"But it will all be whole again! If I could just see them again, start over-"
'But you will forget, by then I will too' the being thought silently. "You do know what is fated can not be changed. All we did is that of destiny. Accepting it with peace is all we could do" he continued.
"Shut it" Asura bit back bitterly. What does an enlightened hero knows? He live his life without fear, privileged in his own way.
"If only I could change your way... surely-"
"What is fated cannot be changed" Asura warned mockingly "Ironic isn't it, for you wishing for it too. Yet it is not fulfilled in the end has it not?"
The being- the hero- nod solemnly. It was his first time wishing for something, but perhaps the grail deem it unworthy. He is named for charity after all. Wishing nothing but loyalties, values and virtues, is what makes him now.
"I do believe fate would will us to meet again"
Asura said nothing. She felt nothing but hints of regret, yet she is too proud and perhaps, too afraid to admit it. And as the being disappeared, she closed her eyes, giving in to the excruciating pain. Her body then grows limp, pale, as her soul vanishes.
Her vengeance however, is still aflamed, even through her dead still eyes.
---- (Akasha: Land of the Gods)
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