She, like everyone, like Zera, like Hatim, she, Rose had a story too, a story that lived with her alongside life, a story her father sang to her when the monster of nights frightens her and when she trembles with fear, that same father lays his gentle palm upon her head, she somehow still remembers the warmth of that hand and the kindness it transmits. Just after then he sings the story while it gives her a dream in her blessing sleep, she visualises it when her eyes are closed and her ears simply listen. A story of an ancient kind, folks, who worshipped the God of Heavens to birth harvest in their lifeless town, day after day, without an ounce of rain their land emerges dry and foodless their life occurs. They begged, begged and begged yet nothing changed until a blind man stood upon the highest cliff in town and announced. "That if God has forsaken us, we will reach the heavens for our salvation." The last hope of the land was the blind man's ideals and the will to change and catch a glimpse of Gods by reaching the Heavens themselves. And so, with every penny of their small town, with every single essence, with every ounce of strength, they built the spiral stairway to reach the heavens, to reach God. However, the powerful story that her father sang to her, didn't end up delightful, like the blooming colourful flowers his daughter loved. Perhaps that was the way of life her father expected to teach and perhaps, it served its purpose. When the man unravels the idea of reaching the sacred ground, the tale wanders far beyond, it reaches the ears of countless kingdoms and tiny towns, that is a man fool enough to reach Heaven exists, and so people march to that fool of a man. Rallies across the soil of mankind walked to that great wonder, Royals, Nobles, Poor, Rich, Kids, Women. Every ounce of a man walked to that destination and so the tale of the blind man and his insignificant people reached the earth and so to heaven. Angel carries the tales above in the realm of sacred and when it was sung into the ears of God with biblical lyrics. Fury rose upon his cosmic tongue, and his mere whisper corrupted the sky, the soil and the sea in the blink of an eye, lighting struck from the grim raven clouds and the wrath followed behind, the worth of their own blood and tears, the wonder of earth, the spiral tower erasing itself from history and leaving remain nothing though mere ashes. Single lighting, a single wink of his strength and a thousand ceased to exist where the other thousand suffered from hunger as not only did the wrath end there but when the flood washed the globe and left nothing though dead crops and trees. It spoke to the entire mankind that was the power of God and transpired in even muttering the thought of reaching them. God is absolute, they can have what reason that may lay beyond mankind's deeds yet their will would prevail, and that was the power of God. The tale her father sang couldn't have a happy loving ending yet she remembers every single word of it, she adores it even, why one may ask. The answer occurs unknown to her, for a long time. Rose wondered why God did that, why did he punish the entire mankind for merely reaching him, she wonders, and regrets reside within her that she never asked her father it as a child, but perhaps there was no answer her father could give even. Yet there was only one possible answer, only one that was; God could, he desired to do so and had the power to do so. Someday along the way, reaching the pinnacle, she vouched to become that power since the day her family was torn apart by the nobles of this very soil, to her it was revenge. It became her destination, the dream one may call or goal it's defined as. To attain anything she ever touched, that it shall be presented just upon the whisper from her lips, that was her story, to be the pinnacle, to be…God…
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Her grand lavender gaze still stood to the young lad and, on her own, her palm wandered to the middle deck of the cards. Amid a windy aura, wiggling her silky red hairs. As her fingertips touched the card, she somehow knew, she knew what colour lay beneath.
It was a Red Card.
For a moment the gale of winds halts as Zera merely gazes upon Rose's card. She had a faint smile on her tiny lips, thinking maybe they can win, maybe there is a chance, whatever Rose was planning perhaps was falling apart, although the reason occurred unknown, yet she smiled faintly at least, but it faded as soon as Rose shared it. The Empress smiled viciously, putting her eyes on the young lad as she opened her majestic tongue. "Boy…what do you think is the pinnacle…?" And so the wind blew mighty and the gales swayed the cards from the table. Just at that moment, he stared at her unwithered and with a single image in his head.
Ashes and Fire.
"It's Despair, Rose."
Her silence stayed as if it spoke.
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Indeed when Rose's father sang her the tale of a blind man, of his people to which they willed to build that spiral stairway in the reach of sacred heaven. When the blood was on the blind man's shoulder he carried countless innocents by engaging God, that, the reasoning yet remains in the ripped pages of the tale. She finally understood why God flooded mankind into the grave for merely them reaching his sacred palace, and as to why the blind man's ideals enraged him to a point he showed no mercy even to young babes that even his disability shook the heavens, ocean, sky, soil. She understood not until she reached that pinnacle, not to that until the zenith one can be upon, and not until she met that kind who vouched to reach heavens, she finally sees it all. God, perhaps was not enraged upon the man reaching him, he was not furious when the ridiculous idea was represented that a mere kind could reach that of a temple of heaven but the will that blind man and his people carried on their shoulder when they hauled great boulders upon themselves, that when they build the mighty spiral stairway, that they believed they would reach heaven. God feared that unwithering will, he feared, yes, mankind could reach heaven. God feared a power that he knew existed, far in the depth of these trivial kinds, of which they perhaps unable to behold themselves, brisk fighting with their own kind, of course, yet when it occurs, when they merely grasp that mere thread of unwithering power, he knew the boundary they would leap across. That heaven's temple perhaps knew that even blind one of theirs could reside as such power, that boundary he had created of which he knew could be leapt even by that one whose vision is nothing but the raven world. He feared a mere Blind Man. Simple as that.
She could feel goosebumps rising on her arms, she could feel those gales of cold winds swaying her hair, she could feel her eyes wide open when they reflected the young lad's silhouette amongst. Her silence lasted for mere minutes yet it was as if spoke. In her journey to the pinnacle, she believed, yet couldn't find the answer, unknown as to why, but today when she meets his eyes that radiate Sunflowers, she could tell that this young lad will make wonders on the surface of mankind and this merely is just a beginning. His eyes tell a tale that may behold the same fate as that blind man but the day would see it once, close or far remains unknown, but it will come, the leap Beyond The Boundary. The reach of Something Greater would tell another tale. Yet as to why she is so confident in that, a foolish idea, she asked herself and…mere… a laugh she could sense within her. She laughed when the mist of that story lived by her side faded slightly and completed its journey. Some insignificant beads of tears may occur in her eyes, but it was a laugh because of how simple it was yet never occurred to her, never she asked herself that even mighty God can feel something so insignificant as fear, as despair that even a man disable, lived in the void of raven darkness could reach the temple of heaven. That fear embarks a tale of countless innocent lives, taken and ceased simply because of that tingly feeling, entitled fear…