Loathe, anger, jealousy, envy, lust, obsession, all these are fires that severely burn, and whoever reaches her hands out to touch its flames is ought to suffer the agony of burning. Thus, reaping what you sow.
People are given the privilege to discern what is right from wrong, but it only leads them to the inference that, "What is life without a little FUN?"
Before Doom was the life of those who dared to cross her path, she once had a choice.
Though, she was but a young soul back when she met pain. When she finally knew suffering. Every little dark stain of life that the world could no longer hide from her sight; Lies, madness, and death were heartlessly shown to her. The scene, it was like in a tragic script in a theatrical play, so gruesome and disastrous but real.
The crowd let their applause be known for FATE is a magnificent writer.
Those cries, it reached her ears with deafening disbelief. Wobbly as it was, she stood firm on the stage where she never thought to stand on. Her bloodshot, dying eyes wondered on the cheerful crowd as her body stiffened and her breaths deepened. What was she even looking for?
Maybe something peculiar or odd against the crowd of silhouettes, she wasn't sure herself. Until out of the blue, it was just standing in front of her by the crowd, the odd one.
It was just there, standing still as it looked back at her. It wasn't cheering like the others and has the features of a man. He's familiar and known to her as JUSTICE. This sight set her heart beating because He was within her reach. Justice was just near her.
As her gaze was locked upon this odd phantom, she lifted her petite hand, grasping for it, only to perceive her hands, drenched with cold crimson blood.
From the moment she reached for it, she's ready to suffer the burns of her flaming wickedness.
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"So tell me, meandering soul, who are YOU?"
That question gave her the chance to discern, which she rarely does before, but she has an answer. Just as how vague and gloomy the room is, that's who she is for now.
"Turn back the time..." The eerie phantom spoke again, "What do you want to change?" As the rogue hovered somewhere over the unlit room, Yuna does not mind at all for such a fierce and ardent voice. Had never spoken of evil. If her deductions were right, this was nothing but a test.
"Silly," That trivial word softly left her lips. If she were to judge a person, it would be based on his/her questions and not on the answer. The thought of wanting to go back in time was a silly thought for her.
"Ironic, is it not?" Yuna smirked, "We waste our time, wishing to go back to that certain moment where we know, it won't happen again." Ridiculous, it was indeed for it was Ironic.
Her words met silence, likely because her answer made her intimidator stunned.
She waited for a response until suddenly, the phantom made an inciting display. A ball of blue and cyan fire was lifted just in front of her, illuminating a tapered portion of her and seemingly the phantom herself. Yuna's gaze met her azure orbs frolicking with the dancing blue flames.
The rogue's appearance caught more of Yuna's attention. Small, young, and had the same features as Dales. A pair of non-human ears and a fluffy tail, but by having those three consecutive streaks on both of her cheeks and that spotted nose of hers flaunt off a cat-like appearance.
The mingling shade of blue flames emblazed pallor to her pale turquoise short hair and to her flawless wheat skin.
"Why decline it, the chance of traveling back in time?" It wasn't rude or sympathetic either. Her voice was soft but impassive, and for a moment, Yuna saw herself.
'Because it is unlikely to happen,' Impossible, you need to be invincible and fast as the light for it to happen. Scientifically, that's all you need for time travel, to take the form of the light.
But Yuna's words tell otherwise,
"What is in the past that could determine your future?" Yuna asked as she stared down at someone she barely even knew. It was quite an immature thought to wanting to change something in the past, considering the fact that her past itself was something so terrible to even watch and do for the second time.
Thus, she won't change any of it.
"Maybe your hard works?" The feline tilted her head before giving Yuna a reply.
"Then why bother going back if you already know?" Yuna watched how the young feline eyes amplified after hearing her answer, but it wasn't the result of being amazed but of other else.
"Nonsense," She uttered as she contained the same expression. Who wouldn't want to go back in time and discover the truth? Who wouldn't want to go back in time to do the things they could not do or even finish? Who wouldn't want to redo the things they want and even establish a glorious future? Who wouldn't?
With the ability to travel back in time, there would be no regrets gnawing this world to maim a tumor. The capability to accept, to reconcile, to learn, to risk again must also be sacrificed in order to indulge such power. Thus, there is chaos in history, and in this world of peculiar life, time travel is only possible for one certain entity.
That fact was killing the Feline inside. Her eyes were burning regardless of the fact that it possessed a cool color. The past might not define you, but it could mold you.
"Nonsense," The Feline spat again with disgust. "Lucky are you if you haven't experienced something that would make you risk everything just to go back."
Yuna stayed quiet as she listened to her selfish and seemingly pathetic clamor. "What a pity," Yuna then mumbled, as she fought the irresistible urge to smirk, sadly, she did. Rage is the notorious mainspring of reprisal, and just like the steamed train, it was her coal.
"Traveling back in time, you see kid," Yuna finally replied, "Is not one of my options to escape fate," Never today and never tomorrow.
The Feline maintained her posture as she slowly lifted her right hand, and with a little click from her thumb and index finger, the blue floating fire that torched them was extinguished once more.
Unlike Death, who is only designed to unexpectedly appear in an uncertain day, Mystery has been always with her [The feline] ever since she was born. She hasn't met her actual parents or even heard of them. She doesn't have a conceit thought or reason of why she was even abandoned. As if there was ever a valid reason for such an unforgivable act. None, she thought so too.
Those overwhelming questions naively bottled up Madness. Sorrow chained her, bounding her to darkness. Friendless and alone, she longed for this hefty burden to lighten up, but no; it seemed to be just persistently surging up day by day.
Swollen were her knees and wrist as the chains that bound her, makes her feet numb from standing on the same pose for years.
Hope, she saw some glimpse of it regardless of how the over increasing darkness's effort to completely blind her. This faint light of hope showed up, but they [Specks of hope] too just passed her by.
"There's nothing for you to do," They whispered to her. "But to curse your FATE!"