The next step

Deep in a white temple upon a hill, sitting in a throne of simple design, is a woman staring into a orb of crystal on her lap. With a soft sad smile, she peers into the depths of the orb and replays moments of the past and the people that dwelled in them. Her hair falls before her shoulder as a tear rolls down her cheek, finger tips brushing over the surface.

Within the orb lies a younger version of herself, beside her allies as they faced legends themselves and unravel a thread of lies to their core. Flashes of  her past, from when she was small to the time her powers appeared, when her darkness snarled in her ear and how she controlled the infernal desires in the deepest recesses on her soul, to the point when her body fell away from her spirit and she became a being beyond the world itself. She often watches her life unfold in the orb, how the fates themselves seem to write her story before she reached the end of the current chapter. With a lovely hand, she was guided through her darkest days and lead to her final steps, given the strength she needed to complete her final act upon a world that may forget her for the people she never wanted to part from.

Leaning back from the orb, she looks to the room that surround her and took in the murals and statues the people from the village below crafted. She looks upon the faces of gods her world never held, listens to the tales of people that should not have existed and speaks of love for a world that never was to be. In the world she always known, where her story was written for her, she left people important to her for fear they would be caught in the crosshairs of a holy wrath of gods that never wanted her to be. In this world, when her time was almost up, she waited alone for a sign that she was worth a memory and for guidance. In this world she left a single link for those close to her find if they so wish to, and one day had to her joy.

She looks to her hand, studying the faint orange tone to her skin. She watched as her hand glowed with a familiar power, drawing small circles of light with her finger in the air. Closing her hand around a circle of light, her watches as a flash of light erupted in her hand. With a soft smile, she draws the hand to her lip and lays a faint kiss on her fist, blowing air into the side of her hand before opening the fist and releasing the delicate butterfly free upon the world that never was. She laughs as she remember her old life where she had no control over her own life and fate, a story written by the hand of another where her own wants were not needed for the end result they crafted for her. Now sitting upon the simple throne in the simple temple, she has the power to create and craft any aspect in this world with a simple whim.

She pushes herself from her seat, walking to the passage to her temple and looking out at the green hills and thriving village below. She watched as the people went about their business, doing as they pleased and happy with their lives. She created them and the world around them, writing their histories and crafting their gods to fulfil the world beneath their feet. She looks at her hand again, know that if she so wills it she could write the future of any person and decide where they will be in history. Closing her hand once more, she leans on the support of the temple, a soft musical chuckle leaving her. The people below and the others across her world were aware of her, often talk to her and give her greetings, and would ask her to pray for them. The secret they never knew, and one she will keep for as long as she may, is that the grand god they prayed to as the creator was none other than herself. For years she went by the assumption that she was a priestess to the many gods of the world, acting as a direct link to them for the people.

She looks over her shoulder as she senses the presence of another, a true smile appearing when she sees who it was. Turning to him, she opens her arms and embraced him when he walked into her arms. She rests her head on his, another tear rolling down her face as she holds one of the important men in her arms for what may be the last for a very long time. Drawing back from him, she adjusts his armour and tightened the tail blade she herself used back in her own adventures, placing a kiss on his cheek before stepping aside for him to leave. Standing in the doorway, she waved as he left, only to end in more silent tears as he turned to her and called back his good bye.

“Good-Bye Mom! I’ll be home soon. I love you.”