Okay so I did consider not publishing the final part this week and instead doing my monthly wrap-up and making y'all suffer. But I'm not actually that mean. Well, actually I am, but I didn't have time to do a monthly wrap-up post this week so I guess you are in luck XD
Anyway, onto the third and final part...
“I’m sorry, Sephone,” he
mumbles staring down at his hands. When he raises his eyes I notice
that they are rimmed with red in the pale bluish glow of the
glowgems. “I’m sorry for the pain I caused, but I’m not sorry
for what I did.”
I reach up to massage my temples,
a brief jolt of pain before my magic soothes it, and once again
wonder what it would be like for him, to always have that pounding in
his head. To always be in pain, and not have his magic make it stop,
because it is his magic that causes it.
“It wasn’t worth it, Hade,”
I say softly.
“Some people made it out.”
“I could have saved all of
them!”
Even buried under the dirt and
rocks, deep in this cavern I can almost imagine that I smell the
smoke. Even though it was an event of the past, I can almost hear the
screams. So many dead, and all for what? One useless mage to breathe?
I’m
not worth it.
“I could have saved them,” I
say again.
“At the cost of your own life,”
he replies softly, but firmly. His low mumble is something that I
realize I would have missed in the underworld. For someone capable of
such destruction, Hade is so quiet. He can’t even speak loudly for
fear of making the pounding in his head worse.
“It was a price that I was
willing to pay.”
“But I wasn’t,” he replies,
his voice finally raising to a bitter edge.
I stare into his black, seemingly
soulless eyes. “Who gave you the power to make that choice?”
He blinks and looks away. “No
one. No one said that it was okay for me to just let them die because
I couldn’t lose the one person who had ever meant anything to me. I
know that you certainly did not ask me to save you. But as you were
bleeding out before my eyes…” his voice breaks, but he
straightens and meets my gaze again. “It was a choice I made all on
my own. It’s my rotten fate. I destroy everything. Everything I
touch surely dies. The Prince of Death they are calling me. Even when
I save someone’s life, even when I heal instead of kill, somehow
people end up dead anyway.”
It is a rotten fate. For the both
of us. I was supposed to fix everything, everything. I only needed to
do one thing. Die.
And I couldn’t do that one
small thing for the greater good.
Hade may have healed me, but I
had allowed my spirit to return. I could have fought I, but I hadn’t
really wanted to die and now so many others were dead because of it.
“Now I have their blood on me,”
I say softly, staring down at my hands. Pale and unblemished with
callouses from my time spent wielding swords. They are deceiving,
they don’t look like they have been permanently stained.
“Their blood isn’t yours. It
never will be. You are not the only one who has to live with this
choice. I’m the one who actually made it. Do you think that it
doesn’t destroy me as well?” he cries at last. Then he recoils
with a grimace, his own voice causing him pain. “Don’t you think
that the weight of every soul the world lost because of me does not
drag me down?” he asks again more softly. “They drag me all the
way down to the underworld with them.”
He slumps against the wall as a
ragged sob escapes his lips and echoes through the otherwise empty
cavern.
I want to rant and wail and
scream, but I don’t dare raise my voice again for fear of the
pounding in his head. Instead I stare blankly at the flickering
glowstones.
Death was my destiny and yet I
lived. How could that even happen? How can someone cheat their
destiny?
Destiny is final.
Final like death.
My eyes flick back to Hade’s
crumpled form. Unless my destiny wasn’t what I had thought it was.
Such a beaten broken boy, barely holding onto a magic that could
destroy us all. What if he someday lost the will to keep fighting?
What if one day he succumbs to the aches in his head?
But his magic isn’t always bad.
He used it to save me, and maybe that wasn’t the wrong choice.
Perhaps I wasn’t fated to save
those people in the village after all.
I was prophesied to save many by
destroying myself. I had always thought that it would be through
bleeding my magic out. Everyone had thought that, my own mother had
thought that when she tried to flee the land with her infant daughter
so that she would not be forced to live that fate. The people of the
land thought it when they forced her to return to her home.
I had thought it, growing up,
knowing that every breath that I breathed was borrowed.
But we were all wrong. My fate
never included death. My fate didn’t have anything to do with my
magic at all. It could have saved one village, stopped the army for a
time. Delivered a crippling blow against the Tibernans, but they
would have rallied. They would have come back and this time I
wouldn’t have been there to stop them.
My solution was not a permanent
one. My solution never would have saved everyone.
I step forward toward Hade. He
doesn’t look up at my approach, which means that he can’t shrink
back as I move to wrap my arms around him. He stiffens, but then
melts into my embrace.
Then we both cry.
Him because of untruths he has
believed and me because I finally know the truth.
This broken boy with madness in
his head. This prince with seemingly no purpose has the hardest
destiny path of them all. His eyes are not soulless but just tortured
because he is the only one who can stop his people and end this war.
I was born to save many by
destroying myself.
Now I know what that prophecy
truly meant. Because it destroyed me to not save those people in the
village when I could have. Men, women, and children died. Whole
families consumed in the fire. But that wasn’t my destiny to save
them.
My destiny wasn’t to die, but to live. My destiny is to save the
Prince of Death so that he can save others.
Annnd... that's a wrap. Well mostly. I'll also share a picture a drew of this story for the same anthology that I entered them both into. It wasn't chosen to be featured either.
Aww, my poor Hade boi is crying |
Well, that's all. What did you think of the story? Do you think that I should feature more flash fiction on my blog? Isn't that picture just pure tragedy? Comment Below!