Wandering around hopelessly in the dark she tried to find the man to fix her. The one who could mend her broken heart, rebind her love with humanity and break down the barriers she’d created between her and the people she was placed upon earth to protect. But she couldn’t find him.
She continued to hunt willing one of the shadows to turn into man, but they’d all fled, running from her. Ravaging the land searching for one last sign, she’d struck the land like a plague. Fires and storms ensued, life had ceased, creatures feared her and nature recoiled at her sight. She’d become the monster they warned she could be.
Once a Madonna, she was now the Medusa of her time. She’d given birth to all around her and she’d also taken it all away. No one could fix this for her.
Alone now, the fires had started to settle, ash lingered in the air as if it had become her own fragrance. She was melancholy now, she was everything that was left after destruction had burnt out. Was it worth it? She summoned the Gods.
‘Why did you do this to me, why would you let this happen to my people…’
A mountain broke in the distance, volcanic rock and magma sprinted high into the air and landed in her hair. She moved back with a shock and there behind her he stood, towering over her.
‘You did this to yourself. We warned you, we gave you many chances to choose another path, but you gave in to jealousy and envy. Self-pity broke you – you have no one to blame but yourself.’
‘What can I do? I’d do anything’ she whimpered.
‘Be at peace with yourself, until you are at peace with yourself they cannot return’ said the voice and then he was gone.
Alone she sat there in the Devil’s cavern, wondering how she’d fallen this far. Realising that they were never going to stop her from causing the destruction they’d set about warning her of the moment she took this path. She tried to remember all of the moments that lead to this, all of the things she’d said and done. All of her thoughts getting more and more tangled with every one until thistles and thorns had grown and all she could bare was a nagging sense of hatred for everything she’d come to recognise as hers. She’d built all of this and it wasn’t enough and yet now in the depths of despair, in the destruction of it all she realised it was all her making.
Being at peace wasn’t something she felt capable of, being at peace was a mystic force she could never harness. And yet deep inside she knew the Gods were challenging her. Another way to make her a better force for her people, just another way to make her work for her salvation. But where to start?
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