Eternal Consequence
—a twilight fanfiction by It-Ended-At-3
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We, in no way what so ever, have any connections or authority over Stephenie Meyer and her Twilight series novels, all rights belong to their respective owners.
Preface
Every story has a start, no matter what. Certain exceptions can be made, but overall, things have beginnings. I had a beginning; no matter how non-existent it seemed as violet smoke poured into the sky, saturating the air with its bittersweet melody. Yet when you have no end, you can't finish the story on a perfect note. If it never ends, it isn't a story at all. For a race can't be made without a finish line, it would ultimately be a simple track, nothing more. I lied to myself, the day I had my "happy ending". There was no end for me, so how could I say that? If I had no finish line, how could my story?
My mind raced through the past events, how everything perfect, flawless could turn for the worse because of a selfish desire, a desire that would spark my temporary bliss. When I thought no one had lost, I was blind to my own failure. The day I had my happy ending was the beginning of the end; the last happy ending I would ever receive.
I could see the flames lick hungrily at the air, breaking down every particle of perfection into insignificant ash. A creature of envy turned to a substance of ignorance. A fitting fate. The feathery plasma of vivid colors radiated with a wild energy that could shoot fear into the dead souls of the immortal. The fire roared in front of me, as I severed my bonds.
When I was created perfect, nothing was wrong; the world was in my favor, every single event lined up for me. Yet like most things, the world and times change, always. And unfortunately for me, I was forever stationary; frozen in ice, the living dead. I was set for a perfect life, that I had no idea would change right under me as I stood, unable to stop it from fading into something unrecognizable.
I was going to have my ending, whether or not it was happy. I was putting both myself and everyone in front of instinct. With this risky gamble, the timeless frozen was to thaw into the quelling ever changing waters. A satisfaction would result of this no matter the outcome.
On three…