•SPIN ME A TALE,BELOVED PROPHETESS•
Tell me the tale,of the Golden God,who embodies the Sun.
How he loved so dearly but oh,how his touch is so deadly.
Tell me of the God,whose name means to destroy.
And how every time he loves,they turn to ashes.
Couldn't stand the flame,the fire,that embodied this Golden God.
Tell me,of the Sun,whose lovers are now a garden of flowers.
Then spin me a tale,of fated lovers and destiny.
Tell me the tale of the cruel and callous,Fates,how they prepare to weave a new tapestry.
Come,whisper it into my ear.
The irony of this story.
How they fashioned the Sun, everlasting and immortal,a pair,a Mortal child of Sea and Storm.
Do you see,how the Fates can be so heartless,child?
To give an endless being a chance of happiness in the soul of someone so fleeting.
Then tell me of that girl. That stormborn child.
How she was loved by the Sun, everyone could tell.
Only a fool would not notice how the sun rays played with her hair.
Tell me how she is so loved.
By the scorching Sun. By the indomitable Sea. The firm Earth and the unpredictable Wind.
Then tell me how men's greed would always be the cause of downfall.
How she is so envied by the mortals that worship her and how they wished to bring her down.
To get a taste of her divinity.
Then tell me the tale.
Of a thief,of a foolish man,wanting what he should not covet, who came to love her little by little.
Moment by moment.
Speak to me,of how his heart is a greedy thing. Who wishes to take her away.
To hide her from the cruelty of the world and men and gods and monsters who play with lives like they are a game of chess.
Silly man,do you think you can outrun a prophecy spoken by the Fates?
Little,soldier girl.
Tell me,can you feel the burden of Atlas,the weight of the world in your shoulders?
Or the strings of Fate like a noose on your neck?
Can you feel the call of destiny,the call of war,the call of death?
Tell me,are you merely a marionette?
Tell me,how is this going to end?
With Fire and Blood.
Your death will be the beginning of the end.
Don't you know how they love you so? That you were their string of sanity? That the world's existence depended on your continual survival?
What use is the world if you weren't in it?
Don't worry,that future hasn't come yet.
Why don't you show me how it's done?
Don't you know that the ocean is an indomitable force of nature?
It's not a thing to be controlled.
Remember,you are of the sea. Cut off those strings,show them who you are.
A Goddess whose anger is divine retribution.
Remember,who you are,little Fate defier.
And I'll ask you, then, prophetess .
And you must answer me this, honestly.
Let no lie leave your lips.
The Fates are still weaving their fate. The tapestry still unfinished.
Do you think this tale is meant to end happily?