Starcrossed | Created on Monday, 28 April 2008 04:22 |
Starcrossed |
The inter-twining fates that the Gods weave into what become our lives are ceaseless strings of purpose, as the Gods desire to create productive beings, truthful, and worthy of respect. It's a concept that is no longer foreign to me, as I have experienced this theory firsthand. I led my life. I was out on my own while I was just a young teen - wandering off into the wilderness, admiring nature and what we have been blessed with. For the most part, I cared for myself and at night, had I not found shelter, I'd unravel a blanket in the nearby rogue guild of whichever kingdom I happened to find myself in on that particular day. Freedom. I I had no responsibilities to anyone other than myself. Survival, interest and pleasure guided my existence and upon reflection, I realized that my life while I was growing up lacked true wealth and meaning. This realization came at a single sight. Only a couple minutes had passed as we exchanged comments on the day, the library, and the kingdoms, before she mentioned that she must reach Dae Shore by sundown. I offered to walk with her and together we hurried toward the soon-to-be setting sun, still shrouded behind clouds. It was on this journey that we began to really talk. I began with asking her name. "Ataxia," she whispered, eyes set to the path. My mind recycled the name and soon I recalled one of its few meanings. Irregular. There was no doubt about it. She WAS irregular, but in a good way. The way that one would never forget and would crave for the nostalgic feeling of a first-time meeting again. I told her my name, to which her only reply was, "Ill-fated." Thoughts began flashing through my head and my pulse raised. "Don?t worry," she said. "It is destiny that allowed for our meeting," she paused but continued in her mannered stride. "I've recently learned who I am and of my history. It was not chance that you saw me and I saw you. It was destiny." Ataxia began to tell me of her history and her family's history?the meaning of the mysterious silver essence trapped in the vial, the story of Keitaro and the Mystics. It was crazy, but so enticing- I felt committed to this girl I had met but an hour ago, something I could honestly say I hadn't experienced very much of since I left home. I felt like I owed something to this cryptic beauty, though I hadn't any idea what. And as we approached the Bodhi Sanctum, we said goodbye but made a promise to meet the following day, just after sunrise. |