Writhing In The Heat of The Sun—
I can feel myself in a daze; memories are merging as I step forward.
What is Truth? What is a Lie?
I shall confirm both by myself and only myself.
Light and darkness always tended to need one another, didn't they? She questioned a bunch of times of why it seemed her parents were dual opposites, in some ways. Daddy was the Greco-Roman God, who symbolized the Sun, along with much more. While her mama symbolized judgement, but remained in the dark - while being sly. At least, the past version of her. She wasn't sure of how much she changed from now to then.
She happened to be taking a walk, nose stuck in a tome. In her collection of them, there seemed to be more and more new spells she could try out as Ran.
It's been so long since she saw what happened to her mother now. She still had questions, about why this and why that. What was her mother's purpose to pursing justice? There were so many loose ends to tie up still, and she wanted to know. But, the fact she yet to find out was--
Her gait soon slowed down, as her musings overtook her mind. Who was that man? All she could see was pitch darkness when he was near her mother. She only knew him by voice, not...by face or appearance. To figure this out, she'd need to see what he specialized in. Granted, she was a demigod, but a new one more so. She never really bothered with her abilities in the future time, so she was rather weak unlike the rest of the second generation that she was yet to meet.
The night was certainly young, at this point. So she had all night to explore. There were no one to tell her and give her rules to go to bed at a certain hour. She was free to do what she pleased, at the moment. Pulling up her hood, the young girl scampered into the woods to search for answers.
Surprisingly, she came to hear a distinct sound, a melody not so far away. What had it been? Drawn in, the child quickly tip toed over, trying to see what was going on. It appeared, there had been an orchestra surrounding the well. And who was in the middle of it all was, well a young man- much older than she.
And he appeared to be conducing too, at that.
She chose not to utter a word, rather did she listen to the preformance that was about to begin.
