By Yasha-hime
If it is written
in the stars, then it can be read...for this is Prophecy.
The future...a
thousand million possibilities...
Is it my destiny?
{Destiny...
I'll find you...in
my dreams...}
Destiny.
{Eternity...waits...}
From the pyramids
of Egypt
{I'll find you...in
my dreams...}
To the farthest
star of the farthest galaxy...
It's ironic. All
these long centuries, I've waited. I've waited and tried to fulfill my destiny,
the destiny I know is mine to hold in my hands. I've dreamed of the future,
dreamed of my perfect world...
Dreamed of her.
In all my dreams,
I never saw her face. I never saw her clearly. Sometimes I didn't even see her
at all, but I always felt her there. I thought for so long that she was just
a figment of my imagination, just a dream to chase, an ideal I'd never truly
attain. She was a part of my perfect world, the perfect world I've yearned for
and reached for and sought for all my years.
I had hoped that
she would come to me when I was able to attain my world, my vision. When I became
the Shaman King and made the world into what it should be, when I fulfilled
my destiny, she would be my reward. She would be the embodiment of my perfect
world.
Often, when I've
looked up at the stars and dreamed of the destiny that awaits me, I've laughed
at myself. In love with a figment of my imagination! It's the greatest joke
I've ever played on myself.
Even so, I've reached
and sought and waited...oh, the endless years of waiting, they've been torture.
What does one do for five hundred years between the meetings that are
the gates to one's very purpose for being? There are only so many books you
can read, only so many games of cards you can play, only so many people you
can lie with to fill your time. Sleepy, boring years, filled with nothing more
exciting than training and reading, with only the occasional lynch mob to liven
things up. That's the real torture of living for centuries. If you can call
it that. Sometimes I think the only times I really live are during the
years of the Shaman Fights.
And all this, I've
done for her. It's so ironic I have to laugh, because if I don't laugh I may
cry. All these years of waiting and fighting and waiting to fight, and she hasn't
been there. I haven't been able to become Shaman King because my foreordained
Queen hasn't been present.
The irony is so
bitingly painful now, because she's not just a dream anymore. She's not just
a figment of my imagination. I knew the moment she defeated my shinigami that
she had come. She's here, now...and she belongs to my own brother.
If I weren't so
certain of myself and my vision, it might even shake my faith in my foreordained
destiny.
But she's here now.
She's here, and she's the foreordained bride of the Shaman King.
She will
be mine, in the end.
Author's Notes:
This ficlet was written while
listening to a Vanessa Mae song named "Destiny," and the italicized
words are whispered throughout the song. I highly recommend downloading it and
listening to it!