The crumbled city looked familiar--like something she had seen in a dream, and the goddess smiled that soft deep smirk that lived upon her beautiful lips. Dead, it was, to the hands of evil. Proof again that she was the top of her bar--that truly there was nothing out there that could beat her. She represented the more powerful half of the population, but ... still... She also represented a lack of emotional balance, the true happiness of the world which was found in another person's eyes. The rains dared not fall, though the emotion of the stars was written in the way they blinked, cautiously looking away in shame, some eyes beyond it staring and knowing that they were guilty of her betrayal. The graveyard's headstone was surely cracked, leaving her upon the earth as a mortal as the tides of the world passed around her and her love... but he was not hers anymore. She had seen it, those blue eyes adorning the face of someone whose body was nude in the moonlight, and Shi only reveled in the fact that she would brush it off--even here, Crystal's life was but a drop in the bucket in comparison to hers, so she would have him in the end... The stab of pain that echoed even to her soul was unfamiliar, the ruins of the library grown around her. The soggied and torn pages of books scattered around her in a whirlwind of emotions on pages, and what would she be? She was... alone.
"So I lost...." She whispered the words, feeling each one as if it were her very death again. Those flames that consumed her for centuries seemed dulled in the light of this new sensation. "I live for revenge. There's nothing truly selfless in my being..." She stared out over the river and watched the ghosts of her lost life dance upon the river's surface. He had always been so kind, so what could she do now... She'd rid the world of him. Soon. When the planets aligned, she'd see to the end of his days, and the end of the Gods. The whole universe would feel the shake of her fist when she reclaimed the pantheon for herself. Death and Earth as one would cause such a disturbance, and the gods of the pantheon would not be able to frown upon her, not even the Mother and Father would be able to seal her up this time. She'd show the world what war and chaos was--what death was... Her fingers dragged across the white of the marble walls, the dust crawling away from her touch. Before the watch of the midnight rays of the moon, she made the rubble of the Genil library sparkle. Broken virginity lay out upon the floor, but a promise that she etched in its walls....
"Whats yours is Mine, Crystal. To destroy or build... what is the decision you choose? We're all monsters here." Etched into the broken statue's stand, the kneeling angel's wings broken and laying across the destroyed carpet of the library floor. The hiss of her breath left from beneath her sharp, pointed teeth as her breasts strained against that beautiful corset she wore, decorated in black and dark blues... With the mist of her breath, the words glowed and shifted, unreadable except to those who actually desired its knowledge for the purposes of Genil. Crystal would read it. Shi turned her back to the statue, laying her body against it in the momentum of her breaking heart. Each beat with it sounded as a crack, a fissure that would rip her to the core, "Rain, rain, go away.. come again some other day... all the world is waiting...." She lifted her fingers, and a star fell from the sky, screaming its lament at her anger...
Shi stepped from the broken statue and the very wind painted behind her a swirling vortex of her broken wings. She lay her head against the oak desk, standing proud amidst the death of its charge. "Do you not care?" She whispered to it, and it shook with unhappiness at that which she implied. Shi's fingers dragged across the polished wood, dust removed, listening to the soft sound of her flesh as it squeaked against the hardened surface. Her eyes closed to the lullaby as she listened to it carefully. Her windswept blue curls lashed out around her and her fingers bumped against the rim of a hardcover book in their travels. She glanced up with those sad, mismatched eyes, and pulled it to her, staring at its cover. The story of King Arthur, Lady Gwynovere, and Lancelot--Her amusement was short lived before she set the book aflame, watching its pages burn in her hands as she set it upon the statue's open book. The wind blew the burning pages open, leaving one line of text available to the reading eye, "and Lancelot and Gwynovere made plans to leave Arthur for their love was that great."
"So then, Fates, shall I be Arthur? Shall I allow Lancelot to leave...? We'll see..." Her boots struck the carpet hard as she lifted herself up the broken staircase to the last step, dropping from it to the broken walls and from there to the grass outside of the Library. Sae'ni stared heavenward and questioned her own life while she walked away with a rain only in her soul.
There was music in her soul. It wound itself around her body in ribbons, making the whole world disappear in moments of intoxication. She couldn’t say honestly that she was happy, but there was something that moved her gracefully in the whole scheme of things. An unheard melody trickled through the raindrops as Crystal walked through them, feeling them drip off her bare arms. Luckily, the wound on her left arm was bandaged well in white gauze covered by a waterproof layer of wrappings. She moved quickly to the pulsing beat of her own heart through the empty streets, not knowing what she was looking for. Morrigan hadn’t awoken yet and was still passed out on her couch, Kentaro watching over her. There was something so dreary about her own home that Crystal felt as if she was suffocating on sadness inside those walls. She’d snuck out, no words to anyone, and found herself caught in the downpour as soon as she was inside the walls of Genil. It didn’t matter, it felt as if the entire world was washing itself clean and her in the midst of it. Her heels slid gracefully as she twirled herself, the ribbons of sound moving her like a marionette. Left, right. Bow, dip, rise. No one was watching and she herself didn’t understand what caused her to feel like a five year old in a field of daisies. Yet, the Elder didn’t smile, her eyes still dark and filled with worry, as she moved through the streets.
Two days had passed since her own actions had ruined her, yet, they had brought about actions that she hadn’t thought possible. Genil had risen to its feet and come together to bring even the slightest amount of protection to the Elder Council. She’d figured they would have left them for dead after all of the hateful whispers that had filled her ears for so many years. What had made the villagers change their hearts? Rain drenched her hair, pulling clumps into her eyes as her legs found their way to an unknown destination. Was it pity or guilt that convinced them to go into action? Was it love? She couldn’t safely say. Perhaps they just wanted normalcy as much as she did but little did anyone know, nothing could ever be normal again. The smell of rain against the cobblestone streets filled her nostrils as the strings were pulled again and she turned down another street, this one full of lit windows. There were families inside their homes, talking and smiling, doing things that comforted her and brought about jealousy in the same instant. With loved ones around, no matter what changed outside, they could always return to something that was comfortable and made sense. Little made sense to Crystal anymore. Pirouette, dip, turn.
Something about the air made her feel like dissolving into sobs, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything more than the music that flowed through her soul. Even if there had been danger near, she couldn’t trust herself to detect it, and might have wandered directly into the lion’s den. The prick of fear, the rising of hair on the back of her neck, she was so used to it that she hardly paid attention to it. Her jeans were soaked now, almost black rather than their original dark blue. Pushing onward, she turned down another street until she reached a sight that made her stop short. The library she had so loved had become just another wreck after the war. No attempts had been made to restore it to its original condition. After all, of what importance was slipping into fantasy when the world was crumbling around you? No one was looking for an escape from reality now, just for the ability to define the word again. She glanced around the empty streets as goose bumps rose to her bare arms again, the whisper of her name in the air chilling her. Bow, spin, twirl.
Crystal’s eyes were wide as she slipped through the front doors of the Library, not knowing exactly why she hadn’t continued on her path to no where. Perhaps this was the place she’d been searching for, perhaps not. For now, it was just a place to explore and escape the rain for a few moments. A trail of water followed her inside, leaving a dark trail on the dirty carpet in the main lobby. The children’s fiction wing was to the left as she entered, the adult’s to the right. Twin stair cases rose out of the lobby, spiraling upward and leading to the nonfiction section and where records were kept. An acrid smell greeted her nose as she walked into the library, the smell of smoke. She couldn’t keep herself from gazing upon the remains of a book she had dearly loved as a child. “For their love was great…” She spoke the words aloud in the moonlit library, her voice questioning.
“There is no love left in this world for me, only necessity. I, Crystal Dinaia of the Elder Council, am little more than a pawn in the hands of someone else. My actions are my own, yes. My feelings, my own as well. But I act them and feel them only upon the will of another. So I love utterly alone. Fedafyr‘s heart does not belong to me. Nothing of him does.” Her words were soft as she wrote her own story vocally, speaking to no one and everyone in the same instant. The words reassured her as she drew in a deep breath and blew the burnt pages off of the statue and their remains rose into the air that blew through the broken skylights of the library. They danced at the will of the same master that wrapped her in ribbons and commanded her to dance. Dance, Crystal. Dance or die.
Something else caught her attention on the statue as the bits of burnt paper floated away. Words, seemingly scraped into the stone itself. She frowned and moved in closer, seeing the letters of her own name. "Rebuild or destroy?" Her blood felt cold as she read the words and she turned to look around the room surrounding her. Water was seeping in through the skylights as the rain pounded down harder from the sky.
"Do I have a choice?"
"The white city fell without her. Peace revolved around her, but when the mother left her children, they destroyed one another... She'll never forget that she left--she'll wear the chains of the martyr as she pulls the world's weight behind her, still thinking she's not doing enough." Morrigan Aensland
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