To some, death is a form of curse given by the Gods.
But to her, it was a form of blessing. It was so painful to her that she altered the true meaning of death.
She knew it well.
And she, embraced her own death every time a new era takes turn.
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It was long before she could even see the moon shone brightly. She waited for this day to come. Several hours ago she had a vision of a future. There is no
other way for her to express her sense in literature writing, so she wrote some noticeable providence, penned by herself and the Goddess Etro —her only
saviour.
And then there was it —War of Transgression.
A moment later, she died after seeing another future.
Eyes of Etro
Born at the end of days along with those whom she embraced so dearly, yet she bear the same identity and name all over again. She knew it.
"Yeul."
The girl named Yeul tilted her head a little to the east as she saw a good-looking man coming over her direction.
"I just got a fine meat of a Behemoth. We'll be having nice dinner for today."
"Oh, you remembered my birthday?"
The girl looked happy. She smiled and nodded.
"Thanks, Noel."
The man named Noel smiled back when suddenly, another man with his long, violet hair appeared and joined the conversation. Interrupted for a while, indeed, but then Yeul left and hurried to a temple where she used to record her visions and do her praying.
She placed her left hand on her chest, while her right hand gazed upon something that seemed important to her 'ritual'. She was so deep with her vision analysis that she did not realize, it was dark already, yet she continued on and tried her best to accept whatever's coming to her by any second.
...
Is this... The future?
Seems... Different.
I can see flowers in any colours... They are undoubtedly beautiful.
The future...
Oh...
I can see all of you...
Glimmering...
The moment the vision ended, that good-looking man came again and stood by her side, about to do his praying but she knew... All along from the very beginning.
History repeats itself, over and over again. Her cycle never ends. The cycle of reincarnation.
Goddess Etro...
Please...
Will my death this time be another kind of salvation?
What is it that you see in me, my Lady?
Why me?
Why?
I am afraid...
What if... The future does not exist anymore?
Then...
Her body trembled and fell. The man beside her quickly grabbed her body. Her breath shortened and she panted a little.
It is time.
The man whom she idolized dearly cried. His tears dropped by her eyelid and her cheek.
Do not be afraid, Noel... As we will meet again. And you will see me as another 'Yeul' to you...
Thank you...
And she died. Again.
.
To her, the Eyes of Etro was not a curse. It was a blessing to her. She met Caius as her guardian, and it was enough for her to saw him all over again every time a new era took place.
The Yeul who loves to collect flowers.
The Yeul who loves to sing.
What will she become in another fifty to a hundred years later?
It does not matter. As long as she can see her guardian, again and again...
Death is enough, as it was a reason to be reunited countless times with her guardian.
And she loved her gift because of that.
Goddess Etro was truly her saviour.
Phew! Hello everyone. This is not my first time writing stories in English but since
I am no English speaker and English is not my main language, I do realize that there
may be errors in my fic. Therefore, I do hope some of you can leave reviews for
me. Any recommended beta reader(s) would be appreciated! I am too shy to ask
in person (ah...)
Thank you for reading!