A Date With Destiny

I'll take a sip from my glass, just to calm my nerves. I'm full of butterflies with wings that are sharp and curved. Red wine. Merlot, it's my drink of choice. It's smooth and warm, like a comforting voice. Her voice... 

I have a date with destiny! My first, and maybe my last. She is gone. But I press on, for the sake of humanity's future. I mustn't linger in the past. 

With one glass left in ounces, I recork my bottle. I gather my weapon, I must be punctual, I can not dawdle. Armed with a sword in a sheath on my hip. My merlot in my bag, my last glass. If I fail my last sip. 

The date is set, and the time draws nigh. I'll be victorious and live! Or we all may very well die. I take a deep breath and reach for the door. I think of her, maybe for the last time. Just once more.

I make my way down a corridor, it's long and narrow. It's lined with men, bruised and bloody still clutching their knives and arrows. They fought a good fight but the battle was never theirs. A predetermined encounter. It was written in the stars and never meant to be shared.

I let cowardice grip me for far too long, and as I unsheath my sword I sing a powerful song. My sword starts to glow, and my words fade away. Just my melodious vocalization keeps the beast at bay.

It is a cloudy grey vortex with sharp ice crystals. It is lightning, thunder and strong winds that whistled. A face made of sadness, and teeth made of fear. The beast feeds on my heart ache as I quickly draw near. 

I lift my sword to the heavens, it is charged by my melody. I let out a cry as though laboured as I deliver a blow to the creature that is in front of me. It howls as it's run through with a lilac light. I have angered it now and it is ready to fight. 

I dig my heel into the dirt to ground me, as I bellow my tune. I don't have much time, it will strike with it's counter very soon. My sword begins to glow and my tears begin to stream. I am struck with a bolt of lightning. The beast was not hit this time with my lilac beam.

I am forced to my knees by a searing pain. This is it, I'm done. My will to fight does wane. I reach for my merlot, but think of her instead. I think of the day that I had her, leaving tears and little kisses on her precious head.

Her first steps, her fist fight. How I lost her forever that fateful night. She was a daughter of fate, as am I,  and my mother. While trying to save us she was lost to the after... My precious daughter, far too young to have met her maker.

I cannot just lay here, her sacrifice will not be in vain. So I let out a blood curdling cry,  I will sing through my pain. I sing a song of love and light, of sweet memories and loss. My sword was fueled by the will to win at all cost.

I feel a warm glow around me, it's a lavender light. It lifts me up and toward the beast as I prepare to fight. My light sheilds me from the lightning and its color grows deeper. I am floating now in a glowing orb of purple. As I move toword it's center I am not bothered by its thunder. 

From my sword, from my finger tips, from the tip of my toes. I release a purple beam that glows and grows. It surrounds this storm, it snuffs out its power. It is all consumed and destroyed in this victorious hour.

As I lay here, each breath a struggle to breathe. I take my last sip of merlot for soon I will leave. As the wine runs down my throat, I place my sword at my hip. In that very moment my last breath escapes my lips.

Reunited in the after with my mother and sisters. They take me by the hand and lead me to my daughter. Together we rest eternal in the after, in honer.