Night drifting

Disclaimer. Dragonball Z and its creations are in no manner mine and I meerly borrow them for this piece.

Lights cut through the darkness in long shining beams. Red dots blinked and drifted, dreams moving steadily and surely. Harsh yellow lights marked the long track through the wilderness. In that darkness she could be anywhere- the depths of space- the mysteries of her head. Each bright group of buildings could be a new planet if she stared hard enough. What was wrong with her? What made this part of her journey so different? Why did it feel as if she was only going through the motions?
It was peaceful floating way above life like this. But at its core there was something more. She who had ran- was now turning her head to try and catch a look behind her. Why did it feel as if she was running out of rope?
In the morning she would continue. She would hunt down her brethren and finish it all. She would re-focus, she would enjoy the victory. But her daemon was asleep now and in the deep darkness she could drift out from her body. She could question, she could recall……

What is life without a purpose? What happens when you complete that all that you were created to achieve? She had no point anymore.
She had never looked beyond her mission. Never looked beyond the revenge and hatred which had fathered and suckled her. Never looked beyond the appeasement of her deep desires. She had been wild creature, with no goals, fears or needs beyond those she had been given. But her final exaltation had been hollow. For beyond the wild sating of her innermost desires her actions had been pointless. A needless and unnecessary act of revenge. The seeds of destruction had been long laid and long sown. How long before the sea would obliterate the castle of sand she had wrought out of the darkness?

She must be careful not to drift too far. Work had to be done in the morning. Her course was set and she had to follow. For she was nothing but a child of purpose. Kakarot lay dead, her last attempt to reignite the flames of the past a sad failure. The Prince….. She had avoided him so far. Avoided the emotions and the all encompassing sadness that meeting him would provoke. For what then would she have left….

Deep within her the slumbering one started to awake. The petals of her brief flowering disappeared in the face of the brisk breeze of her purpose. There was a fight to come, a challenge and a revenge to complete. The night was for questions, weaknesses and fears. The day was for action, for joy and for her function.

This a short piece from a story which I am in the middle of planning. The night is so dark here that the scene suggested itself to me. Let us hope the day does arrive- too much darkness is unhealthy.
Suiceene