What followed was a tale Mickey could have done without
knowing.
Kismet insisted that any who wished to hear, should be
allowed to listen in. It was their lives on the line after all.
“Death was beaten back, and War came to lay bear the
Worlds again.”
“We locked him away in the void. Thinking to contain his
power. Hoping that it would give us enough time to rebuild.”
“But there was could be no peace between us, we did not
understand his power.”
“War came.”
“Everything shattered.”
“We couldn’t let him escape. We had to stop his
influence.”
“We didn’t have a choice.”
“We volunteered.”
“The three of us.” Kismet gestured to herself, Dilemma
and Plight.
“It wasn’t enough.” Destiny interrupted, and Kismet
glared at her, but nodded.
“We did the ritual. It would have killed us, should have
killed us,” at the widening eyes she added, “Was intended to kill us.”
“A sacrifice for nothing.” Destiny said quietly.
“We were willing.” Dilemma growled at her.
Kismet gestured sharply, “There was an error in the
ritual. We should have been enough...”
“You misjudged the faithfulness of your people.” Destiny
said.
Kismet closed her eyes. “Destiny saw the problem, saw a
way of fixing, of bridging that gap.”
“It worked.” Destiny said.
“Destiny bridged the gap, but in doing so, broke us.”
“It was acceptable.” Dilemma said.
“The other option was unthinkable.” Plight agreed.
“But now we have fallen. The cage is open. He is unleashed
again.” Kismet voice sounded so tired, so lost. “And the worlds, your Worlds,
are ill prepared for what shall come.”
Destiny laughed.
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