“Why are you here?”
He was in front of her then, hands shaking her furiously, fingers digging harshly into her shoulder blades and leaving crescent mark bruises on them that she later discovered, would take many days before they healed. Right now, however, injury was the last thing on her mind.
“I came here because I am needed!”
And then she was stumbling backwards, arms flared out in an attempt to steady herself from the sudden change in movement.
On one occasion, she had mused that one look from him could reduce even the bravest of warrior to rubble, and now has he turned the full force of gaze onto her – threatening her, taunting her, forcing her to back down – she glared back at him, eyes matching his in insurmountable fury. Her chin lifted defiantly.
An angry thud reverberated through the archway as he smashed his fist against the nearest pillar.
“Dammit Lena, you know what will happen if you come, you know what the prophecy foretold – ”
“I am beyond caring.”
He slumped against the pillar heavily, as if drained of all energy.
“Lena –” he bit out, hands fisting his hair, face, his eyes in frustration. “This is the unavoidable – you know that. No one can turn the wheels of motion once it starts spinning, not us, not the Priest, not even the Pharoah on his damn praenomen. We are the sacrifices for what will come later on – why are you being so damn difficult when there’s enough reason to justify this –”
“It is no justification when you are the only one imprisoned!”
(...This lame commentary totally spoils the emo-ness huh...)
Okay, what I don't understand is - why does every prophecy have to forshadow something bad? Why can't it be something good? Like the birth of The One Who Will Save Us All - oh wait - it happens in every fantasy story, just overshadowed by the Prophecy of Impending Doom, Future Doom or Doom in general. I'm so tired I can't think straight.
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