Staining it may be upon the soul, that will to resist what is reason. A heart yearning for days so long ago, hatred boiling at her core. Indescribable sorrow, this of her path in going onward. Resting her vision on the walkway, witnessing the damage of the battle. Closing her eyes, losing herself inside of her mind. One desiring power, an insatiable need to devour. Helplessness in days of yore, even so, that heart desperately trying to maintain itself. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, opening her eyes. That maiden walking onward, well in awareness that there is no going back. That young woman diving deeper into her despair, keeping her vision on the faint light of hope.
Living through so much torment, a soul seeking release, a heart yearning for freedom. That one continuing onward, picking up the remains of herself. Peace not in the living nor the dead, that one carrying on, reaching out, grabbing hold of her wishes. That requirement of power, her hatred for battle, one desiring a life of ease. Adventure existing in those days of the past, feelings wanting so much, all aligning towards her most pleasureful days. A devil embracing corruption, those selfish desires. Walking down that endless path, an abyss of loneliness. No matter so, even in the deepest of shadows, there is always a light. An eternity it may take, but this no less enough to resist. That hand extending forward once more, moving for the nigh impossible.
Agony of deepness, the coldness of the surrounding air. Death and decay lingering about, deterioration all around her. Cyra finding herself at the crossroad, resting her vision on the path to her left. Those suspicious eyes upon it, that massive gate slightly open. Malevolence escaping from it, her heart at an unrest. Foolishness it will be in continuing onward, that young woman turning from the gate, resting her vision on the one leading to her fondest memory. Making her way down the path, enlightening emotions slowly coming over her. A faint smile expressing upon her, a paining heart. Even if sorrow is of greatness, there is at least a chance of her grasping that time once more, this being more than enough. That devil standing before the gateway, her hands reaching forward. Pushing it open, that warm light grabbing at her, the young woman embracing these blissful feelings. Entering through, that maiden heading towards her most pleasurable time.
Standing in that grassy plain, her mother waiting at the base of the tree. That woman resting her vision in her daughter's direction, faintly smiling at the devil. That young woman walking onward, embracing the gentle feeling hitting against her. Even if it is but a somber morrow, even if the chances are minuscule, it certainly does not mean it is pointless. Hope of faintness, enough this is, one holding onto such for innumerable years. Torment upon the soul, agony gripping at the heart. One from the heavens, the other walking the earth. Those times of most pleasure, smiles existing instead of despair. That young woman standing in front of her mother, both faintly smiling at one another. A long time it has been, emotions rising to the surface. That woman in her older days, two finally spending some time together. A mother looking over her child, witnessing both the good and bad times in Cyra's life.
"I was a bit worried, but I guess I should not have been. You have always been a tough comer." She softly speaks.
Tiring it has been, resisting the harshness of the tides. One treading through the deepest of abyss, a heart constantly in pain, a soul yearning to soar. That one continuously rising, meeting the next challenge. Slightly looking away, that young woman thinking on her words. So much time it has been, many emotions she is wishing to speak. Questions weighing on her mind, memories of those distant days. A time of joy with her mother, such pleasure going away. Years upon years of seeking answers, yet no solution coming into place. That one well in awareness that her mother may be dead, but the other side of her hoping for another end. No matter so, here she is, in a realm between the living and the dead. Placing her hand upon her waist, that devil resting her eyes on the woman ahead.
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"Why did you disappear so many years ago...?" Cyra sorrowfully looking at the woman.
That one question of most importance, the suddenness of it all. Her mother going away, a young one desiring for answers. A devil seeking a reason, that woman of clarity in her memories. Words branding upon the soul of the demon, the result of it of clearness. That mother of hers no longer of the living, those answers still residing inside of the past. That woman looking away, dread building inside of her, knowing well of the pain it is causing her daughter. Years within the past, a girl wishing to know what has become of her mother. Difficult it must have been, reaching for any sort of solution.
"The time is not right yet..." She depressingly states.
"Not right? I am at least owed this much mother..." Cyra taking a step forward.
Words deeply striking into the young woman, a paining heart, one finally having a chance. That time not of rightness, those eyes of her mother expressing grief. Emotions of deepness, events long ago slowly coming into play. Years of torment, one seeking release. Confusing this is to the devil, that woman resting her eyes upon her daughter. A child deserving of an explanation, a mother unable to do so. Nodding her head in refusal, Cyra's vision slightly widening, distressing her eyes are. Hanging her head low, desperately containing her feelings. Perhaps in the future that devil can learn of the truth, but certainly not now.
"In time you will know." She mildly assures Cyra.
Frustration of deepness, a heart wishing in screaming out. Even so, trusting the words of her mother. Painfulness of the situation, but this much is enough for now. That breeze blowing harder, Cyra resting her vision on her surroundings, feeling the intensity of the wind. Tiring it is, dealing with so much. A soul yearning for release, yet remaining inside of bondage. That area growing brighter by the moment, the young woman turning her attention to her mother, witnessing a warm smile. That maiden well in awareness that she is awakening, many questions lingering deep within her. That one desperately wishing for answers, yet it cannot be.
"I believe it is time for you to return to the world of the living." Her mother softly speaks.
A heart at an unrest, questions plaguing the mind. One disappearing so long ago, a child reuniting with her mother in the realm between the living and the dead. Even if it is not much, there is one answer she can live with. Painful it may be, but also comforting. Despair gripping at the soul, a heart holding onto the faintest of hope. Hatred ever so deep inside, one loathing the battlefield. Cyra resting her eyes upon her mother, feeling the wind blowing even harder. That devil extending reluctance from her eyes, the surrounding area growing even brighter.
"I will return often, after all, I still have many questions." Cyra gently responds.
"Then I will look forward to spending more time with you." Her mother smiling, firmly holding down her hands.
A place of belonging, even if it is but an illusion. A mother residing in such a realm, memories ever so pleasureful. Even if her existence is but a curse, there can be some bliss. That young woman passing her mother, standing in front of the tree. That woman resting her vision onward, her expression ever so gentle. That devil gazing upon the tree, two meeting so long ago. Even if it has been an unlikely bond, such existing even now. That maiden faintly smiling, sitting down, facing in the direction of her mother. Bracing back against the tree, that devil looking at the woman.
"See you soon, Cyra." She brightly smiles.
"Likewise, mother..."
Despair of deepness, one walking in the farthest of abyss. No matter so, the faintest of hope residing there. Tiring it is, continuing on like this. One despising battles, a world of lawlessness. Cyra closing her eyes, that wind blowing even harder upon her. The warmth of the light embracing her, peaceful it is feeling, sorrowful even. Many questions resting in her depths, answers within reach. Despite it all, a possibility of her desires becoming an actuality. So many driving her way onward, all aligning towards her deepest wish.
Hey...Val...? If we had one more chance, I can only wonder what will be done differently. Will things go differently...? Or will our tragic events repeat? I suppose there is only one way to find out...I must see this path through to the end. Just one more chance...where those of heaven and earth can meet once again...