The Cruel Hand of Fate
Sorry for the late birthday present @sassyhazelowl but here is the Brandia I promised ;) hopefully I characterized Dimaria well >.< Warning: ANGST
Fate has been known to be cruel. Cold, harsh, condemning. Even Chronus was to bow at her feet, while being a deity of time. It was clearly apparent that Fate had a sadistic humor - as sickening as her power. And thus she looked upon me, the wielder of Chronus, and cackled at me. “Such a simpleton.” she crowed, “ I will shatter you.” And so my life was flooded with nothing but misfortune, but my will of steel, core of stubbornness and pride, kept me moving without a single glance behind. Fate must have been desperate I think, angry and desperate that a simple human could overcome all. But of course it didn’t last. She smiled once more, deciding on the cruelest hand to give me. And it all began with that woman. Beautiful, regal, powerful. And I reached out to her, desperate for affection from her green eyes. Yearning for a smile to be granted. Even something as small as friendship would be enough. But she turned me away. Instead of affection, I received indifference, instead of a smile, I received a scornful frown. However, much to Fate’s utter disbelief, I remained unfazed. I was content with watching from afar, content with even a simple acknowledgment my direction. And that angered Fate. So she delivered her final act. I stood paralyzed, watching with horror as she turned her back on me. I stood helplessly as she spoke with the enemy, no intent of hurting the enemy. I stood still, as if made of ice, as burning rage seethed through my veins at the girl MY Brandish spoke to with such softness. With such affection. With a smile tugging at her lips. And it crumbled. Every ounce of resolve shattered, like Fate had hoped for. Darkness blinded me, confusion and despair tugged at my heart and lungs. I desperately clung onto anything, anything that could keep me sane. Yet that was ripped from under me. And here I was, powerless, hopeless, and heart broken, trapped in Brandish’s strong grip - no escape, no mercy. Fate is laughing at her cleverness and victory - at me of being such an entertaining toy. Never has a defeat been this painful…and this numb.
