ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄɑᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ sᴏᴜʟs ᴇɴᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, sᴇɑʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɑʙʙɪᴛ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɑɴᴅ ɑ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟɑɴᴅ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ. ᴍɑʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɑɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴇɴ ғᴏʟᴅs sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɑɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ.
Curse of the wicked shɑll be lifted by the outcɑst—
Sky cleɑrs, sun peers,
ɑnd thus, the ɑdvent of imminent fɑll begins.
𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴, 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢
"You'll watch them fall before your eyes."
I chuckled at her presumptuous notion. The soft chuckles turned into full-on laughter. The side of my eyes teared up. I wiped them dry as quickly as they came.
"You dare mock me?" Her tone went up few notches.
Pressing my lips into a firm line to suppress any further outburst of laughter, I shook my head and gazed far off the vast lavender fields. A small, weak smile grazed my lips the longer I stared at the flowers' gentle swings now and then, rustling softly under the cold breeze's mild caressed. Before I could go down on a precious memory trip yet again, I lifted my gaze to the scarlet horizon and said with utmost confidence, "They won't let you." I looked over my shoulders, dauntlessly connecting my eyes to her seemingly bottomless, pitch-black ones. "He won't let you."
The side of her crimson lips slowly tugged up into a sly grin. "How could you be so certain?"
I shot her a genuine smile. One that made her expression take on a grim shade at my response.
"Because he always honors his words." I sighed, choking out the next words; both of which paralyzing yet oddly comforting. "At all cost."