Prompt: Change
Character(s): Maya Fey
Originally Written: 6.14.2009
She never was accustomed to patterns.
Everything about her was haphazard and hastily thrown together; she didn't subscribe to any particular way of living her life. She used her heart more than her head in deciding what path to take.
Things that are used too much will eventually break.
She no longer had naïve hope to cling to. There was nothing to believe in, nothing to spend her faith on. Her soul was tired, tired of drifting and waiting for destiny to come sweep her off her feet. It had stayed just out of reach, subtly luring her onto a monotonous path of a predetermined life with the promise of change.
It had instead taken everything she loved away from her.
Evil was bored with the good people fading away and watching the world waste away. She had promised herself that she would never become passive in the ways of the world and stop believing in what benevolence could accomplish. Her heart was young when she made that promise, young and vivacious.
Her spirit was worn and tattered and the promise of her youth had long since been invalidated.
She saw herself in Pearl, right down to the smile and endless hope she wore so openly on her sleeve.
Perhaps she should have been afraid for herself, but at that point she realized that there simply was no returning to the person she once was. She was fearful for the young girl; the process of realizing all hope was false was painful.
She had resigned herself to a life of loneliness upon hearing of Phoenix's disbarment but hadn't relied on the fact that it would be so final. She had wanted to believe that it would be possible to reinvent the life she used to possess, but things had irrevocably changed.
Maybe hope was fear wearing a veil of optimism.
Foolish, withering optimism.
