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Maybe in Another Life

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Sometimes life doesn’t happen the way you want it to. Sometimes life just doesn’t… flow… continuing the endless discrepancy that doesn’t seem to have an end. Hell, some might argue that it makes life unpredictable and fun. But to what extent? How unpredictable do you want life to be until it wrings you by the hair and shatters you useless? Maybe unpredictability should have been taught to a young girl named Anya. Before she crossed onto that road, filled with temporary warmth in the form of an infuriating being of a man. Why? Because maybe this is the last recount of a story meant to stay in the softest of hearts. Of the girl in the blue uniform and the man in the black suit. Let this story unfold like the crest of a wave in the glow of the sun, washing to the shore, the story of two people destined to meet, in a new but fading light. Whether it was for the good or bad, that’s up to you to decide. But yet, a promise lies. To meet again in another life. Whether that comes true or not, fate will take a chance at drawing the lots. Or maybe it can be handed off to desire. Whichever comes first.
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Chapter 1 - [Amendment Clause (VII)] The Forgotten Will Enclosures

I, Moriana De Suziassalam, hereby leave three things for the future of my three childs which one will inherit. May the long cause of solemnity be paid in the pain of tribute.

I forsake thee who will put yourself upon that Dias and recite my will that has been sealed upon thy lips, lyricals in the most beautiful gold, yet a curse in the most insipid language ever spoken.

My child this is what has become of thee after me. This is my curse. My stringent blessing that has snaked into thy hearts. It whispers its language and speaks in your tongue, dripping venom that spurred from a hollow heart, and no vision.

This testimony will be burnt into the palms of those who have decreed thee compromise upon your nation.

My child. Despise me for the wicked nature of my words, but this is the culture that sets atop your crown. It holds you strong. It holds you above all. Thy bitterness swallows my child whole yet my curse yields a blissful blessing.

Blessing do thy part in making thy curseful child's misery uplift. Misery in the depths of that small and broken phase of time shall I impose.

My curse that brings no cure yet a satisfaction from redemption. My child.

This is the curse that has yet to be uplifted. Lift it from thy hearts and seek the answer in the realm of poisonous desires, greed, and tumultuous sin. Child, walk-on cold feet through grating conditions. Observe your stance. Never look back. Don't close your eyes. Lose yourself in the entity of evil, and you will find the door to salvation in your nightmares, child.

Look for it.

Your blood shall dry a path of thorns, yet I shall bestow you this last commencement of mine.

Child, find that path that has been unfelt. Let it consume and fill you. Have what I have lost and yearn for a future built on it. Crucification of thy innocence in exchange for an empire built on power.

My child. My curse. I shall pray to God to bestow that blessing on you.

May futures continue and let the child seek the path that has been laid out. Play fate or desire.

Child, never choose fate.

Unless…

---Closure of [Amendment Clause (VII)] The Forgotten Will