It was an effervescent being, coming in and out of appearance. Never staying too often. Somehow it always interesting to come across, but terrifying to be near. It wasn't always such an evil presence, no, she could recall times where it had soothed her in her greatest discomforts. It was so loving, as all benevolent beings can feign, it was capable of taking things sentimentally. But when you trifle with this ultimate gods of fate, as a mortal, you will find nothing but despair at the end of the dance. Figures and voices visited where she dreamt, lulling her fears at first then gripping her in furious hands.
She'd be awoken, frozen stiff in fear. Late nights would grow on her, leaving her eyes sunken and dark. Yes, it truly was a terrible thing, but it wasn't there to cause her any trouble. As all things go, it was only there to help her the whole time.
Her sanity would not allow such treason to her bloodline, because her family held the secrets of humanity, the truth of everything humans had ever known. To allow something so preciously tucked away to be slandered by a demon and tossed into the streets for the pigeons to pluck away, was not formidable. But could such a thing even occur to the daft daughter of the King himself? She was lost in the haze of her adolescents! Consumed by the ripe fruits of the forest, endowed with the whispers of life and goodness. She was a divine natural wonder, although she was empty of thought. Her true strength rested in how well she loved other people,and as our story will tell, how that became a part of her most ugly downfall.
But fear not the ending of the brown eyed daughter. No, fear for how others react when they hear the truth for the first time.
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