Three Days
Destiny thought, watching the sky. Just three days and it would be over.
Three days and he would
be here.
She hadn’t picked up any colour since giving the last of
her power to the seed, her hair was wispy white, her eyes a clear grey, and her
skin almost ashen.
There was still something broken behind those eyes, and
she refused to touch, or be touched.
“Three days.” She told the mouse, he didn’t, wouldn’t
trust her. He shouldn’t. She had brought War to his doorstep.
Yet between his allies and his enemies it seemed the
mouse didn’t have the time or energy to devote much thought to a neutral party.
She sang in the dawn, feeling the gathering power.
This would not
be forgotten.
Perhaps these brave souls would one day be the ones to
restore the World.
Maybe they would succeed where her people had failed.
Hope.
I believe.
Heaven calls.
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