A/N: Second Card. I really hope you all like them. Thank you.
Tarot Card: The Magician
Helena
Gullible. To kind. To sympathetic.
Those were words that defined me.
Those are lies. I don't even know the definition to them.
But they all think so.
They look at me as if I knew all answers,
I don't. I know nothing.
I was born from a niche of sinners.
So what would a sinner know?
Only sin.
Only hate.
Only despair.
Only tragedy.
How dreadful?
No wonder her voice still lingers.
She calls for me to give her life.
I can't.
Why?
I don't know.
I know.
I'm afraid.
She pleads.
"Why did you kill…"
I don't let her finish.
"-ME. YOU'RE SISTER."
The last line haunts me, as it eats me away slowly.
Or rather she eats me alive.
How disgusting.
How can I be kind?
How can I be sympathetic?
How can I be gullible?
How can I know everything, when I know nothing?
How?
When I killed my sister.
How?
How can I be the magician?
The Immortal.