Prelude
This is it.
I remember thinking to myself, feeling the bitter taste of insecurity, in my mouth. This is where it all ends, where we finally clash.
Unstoppable force meet unmoving object.
It was surprising how it hadn't happened sooner, and not by lack of us trying. We were similar and so very different in so many ways. But in the end, we were what we were.
We were warriors, killers, avengers, protectors, assassins.
I could see myself in some of her gestures, a strange, almost obscene reflection of myself. Maybe we were the same, each of us a twisted reflex of the other. Maybe she had been right. Maybe we did belong together, and maybe we were soulmates.
But now it was too late to go back.
She was the best there was in our generation, and everyone acknowledged her as so. That was her first mistake – because it's the quiet ones you have to be careful with. I did not have her pedigree, but I had a fine training in surviving. And survival instinct is a mighty and terrible thing, indeed.
Together, we split the skies asunder, and fire fell from the heavens. Lightning arched around us and the world threatened to shift off its axis. If there was a glorious way to leave this world, this was it, among a storm of thunder and flames.
I scream, but I cannot hear myself.
I can, however, hear the song of the spheres as my will changes reality.
This is it.
This is the end.
This is it.
This is the beginning.