'Do no believe what Fate has in store for you. For it is nothing but what is meant to happen. For is is nothing what they have chosen for you. For it is not what you have chosen for yourself. What matter's is the choices you make, whose reins are yours, and yours only'

This was the last piece of advice meant for my ears. I remember fiddling with my little fingers when it was told, but my every word was engraved in my memory, each and every vowel underlined.

The sweat ran cold on my face. The dimly lit candle barely showed me the face of the one I had killed. My sinful hands moved to face my bloody self. 

It was then that the door banged open. A tall woman stepped in. That's right, I did it. Kill me, now. 'By the grace of the goddess, the deed is done' she said, smiling wryly. What? Two men came and swiftly plucked me from my mother's corpse. I did not budge. 'Leave her, boy' she said. No, she's holding me. She's not letting go. My mother wants me, after everything I've done. I do not know if I said those words of immaturity after all, to this day. 

I am led to a great hall. I am trembling. Why? Why do you cower? It was you who said that death was the most preferable punishment. The Hight Priest comes before me, in pure white robes. Wait, the High Priest? Before I can react, his experienced hand holds down my thin frame, and dips me down to a pool of water. Death by drowning? Slow and painful, good, good. But he holds me back up. I gasp and wheeze. I only have so much time to look around me. The tall woman's perfect smile twitches, and she says, 'That would enough.' and yanked me from his hands and sneered at him. I am still shivering and the blood dries on my face wets again and trickles down my face, slowly, slowly.

Ichora, for Ichora was her name, gave me what no one had given me that day- concern. She acted as if I meant the world to her. But I cower and reject her every move towards me. She just smiles, and says all will be okay. Yes it will be. It will be all okay. I breathe in ease for the first time in days and lay down to rest.

What a fool I am. Nothing was ever okay. Ever.