FFXIV Write 2024 Day 1: Steer- Fate's Fickle Thread
(Warning for Endwalker Spoilers)
The hands of fate are a fickle thing. Not meant to be tampered with, meant to move forwards and onwards as the ticking of a clock. Once I believed fate could be turned, the clock's hands could move in reverse. Change what has been lost to time, and mistakes, and grief. Bring back a world of beauty and peace long forgotten by all but for scattered memories and dreams. I believed it was possible, we all did. But it was not meant to pass.
You see, time has its direction and its directives. The soul may yearn, and wish, and dream. Oh will it wish and dream! But one must tell it: “what's gone is gone, the past has been written, it's time for a new tale, a new chapter.” I have learned this through trial, through grave error. Through love and loss of great measure. But I know one thing well and that's-
“Rowan!” Rowan put down her quill with a small sigh as Seraphiaux knocked on the door to her apartment and called to her. She was happy he was more full of energy lately. Less afraid. On the other hand, however, these were thoughts that needed to be put to the page. Important, crucial thoughts for the future.
He would just knock again though, she knew it.
With another sigh Rowan stood to open her door, revealing the brightly smiling young man behind it.
…By the Star it was infectious.
“Is there a reason for the excitement here?” She questioned. There certainly was, and Rowan was sure she'd be finding out, only hoping that it was NOT a disaster of sorts this time.
“I- I got some of the seeds Alastor gave you to sprout! In the greenhouse! The ones you said came from the place in your dreams?” Sera looked a little sheepish then. Afraid he'd been just a little too much about it. “S-sorry. I… got a little carried away, but- but it's exciting! Right? A plant long lost coming back even in a small degree? I- I thought you might want to come see! If you aren't busy?”
Rowan smiled at him reassuringly and put a hand near his shoulder, only touching it when Sera gave a slight nod. “If you give me just a moment to finish my journal entry, I'll be over, okay, Sweetie?”
With just a quick nod, he was off, and Rowan could return to her desk. Finish her thoughts where she left off just moments ago.
-that fate is not ours to control. We of the Ascians tried to steer the realm backwards. Back in time. Back to before the Star was split across ten and three. A time which wasn't perfect, but was lovely, and beautiful.
Yet this world is too, even without a hand trying to steer its course. Since the fall of Zodiark, I have made up my mind. Made up my mind to live and learn. See this realm till my end and aid it in flourishing in the little ways I can. Just like the ancient realm, it's beautiful. Imperfect, but the people have such passion, such spirit! I hope you can be proud of me, Old Man from wherever you so gaze upon us from the aetherial sea. Proud of Azem too, who's spirit still lives on in others, ever the curious soul that they always have been.
The path we walk now is our own, and I am quite finished with trying to alter the course of things. I'll never forget the looks on people's faces of joy and wonder when I danced the tales from my dreams, the ones which still remain as I do so. Yet, I no longer feel the need to restore that place. Merely keep its memory alive. In the hearts and minds of others, in a song, in a dance, in the smallest of sprouts it yet lives!
The road ahead is uncertain, but now I steer fate towards a new path. I steer it towards where my heart takes it, ever winding, ever new. I steer it towards a new story, a new chapter, and ever am I longing to see where it leads…