The sky asunder . I watched.
Watched as the world burned , as the people below witnessed us take our throne.
I scream now, as we take the poisoned fruit.
This burden I carry nought , if fate hadn't chosen me that night.
My hands wouldn't have been the one to be stained, my name no longer branded as the one of a murderer.
It was your fate , they say
Fate is a cruel mistress. she doesn't heed the cries of the ones she chooses. the cries of mercy.
She shushes them with false promises of glory, fame and happiness.
Her chosen consoled, don't realise that her words are that of a sirens song
The jewelry that was given to them : shackles
Follow your destiny they say.
Destiny is weak compared to Fate.
Lagging behind each and every step of that fiend, forced to bend to a will of steel.
Orders flung at them every second.
Destiny is weak yet they are not powerless
Fate's chosen ones call out to them in their cage, hoping.
After all Fate has an iron hold but water can destroy even the most strong unbeknownst.
Destiny comes back and forth bringing tidbits of hope.
Stories of love.
Of a world the chosen ones have really never known.
For Fate claimed them early, when they were young and foolish
When they were blind to the cruelty of men
When they thought they could change the world
Now, they know.
Destiny continues to bring hope.
And they slowly, slowly lose the harrowed look in their eyes.
There are some moments when it is all too much.
When the darkness in Fate's prison seems to close in on them
When there seems to be no escape
They had one another though , to comfort each other.
To each other, they become the family they had lost.
Destiny's stories fuel them and overtime the chosen ones start to believe them too
That maybe one day they could both have families of their own.
That maybe one day they could laugh without it being bitter.
That one day they could be happy.
Finally, one day Fate sets them free.
But at what cost!
They emerge into the world battered and worn.
The chosen ones are no longer blind to the evils that plague this earth
All they can see is the evil
For Fate was one abuser but the world is a crueler one yet
A mask of indifference becomes the norm
They watch from afar
Watch mothers holding children
Brother laughing with sisters
Sometimes, most of the times it feels as if they are trapped yet again,
The darkness closes in on them again
They are no longer safe
I met her,
My lamp in the dark
I had a family
Morgana was still apart of me
Apart of my family
It was not to be
My beloved Annmarie, bleed out on the floor killed by a jealous man
My daughter Cecilia, the same
My son survived only by one of the greatest costs
He became a deamon
I couldn't save them
I can never save them
Once again Morgana comforted me
But this time, "Destiny" gave no help
I had given up
Many times I was tempted to do the unthinkable
To let go of life
Somehow we soldiered on
For we still had that hope in our hearts
Watching , those people
Hope that we could be happy
And overtime, living slowly, slowly became easier
While although our past still haunted our every step
We decided to do with what we had
We weren't at peace with what we had done under Fates's thrall
We weren't happy
But this was the closest we had come in a very long time
Destiny came to visit
She had brought with her glad tidings that Fate was now defeated,
The chosen ones astonished asked,
"What happens now? Shall we be happy?"
"Fate's minions are still out there . They will try to harm any chance of you getting any happiness"
She smiled again
"They are much weaker than Fate though, so you have a great chance."
The heroes looked at each other jubilant.
A great chance was better than no chance at all
The world slowly become more accepting.
For once our past didn't haunt our every step, our every act.
Somehow we had become more human.
You know what happens next.
I reunite with my son Keir (Damien to you)
Morgana marries Tobias
They have two children , Zoe and Aimee (your aunts)
I adopt your father, Zach
We somehow manage to come in contact with Alator and Morgause
I somehow manage not to punch Merlin (fine. Jethro) in the face
Your Uncle has your cousins (Rove and the twins)
Is this my happily ever after?
I didn't pen you for a writer Cecily
(im joking. im joking)
I rather hope not because that means my story -
our story ends here.
Speaking of stories....
You might want to ask your Uncle for some good ones
Dont mention me though