The ignorant seer.

[B0b_J3ffers0n]

I haven't always been the smartest child.
Ignorance is always something that has coated me like the snow within Vdalion.
Perhaps that is why I chose to become a fortune teller. To help shed that ignorance.
Fate, however, does not listen to the whims of a child.
Fate, does not care if shedding said ignorance leads to despair.

There are nights where I see her body.

Laying there in the snow.

White hair caked in red.

Fire building beneath her body.

There are days where I stare at her card.

Wondering.

Wishing for something that cannot be.

There are dreams I have that I hear her voice.

Mocking me.

Laughing at my ignorance.

... Begging for a second option.

I miss her.

Why couldn't I just stay ignorant?

Why can't I move on?

Did I really read the correct fate?

Am I really correct?

Am I just a fraud?

I don't know anymore.

... Maybe I don't want to...

[B0b_J3ffers0n]

"It never gets easier."

          "... They will live on through your memories."
                  "They're watching over you."
                           "Never forget them."

                  "Never forget."

         "Never forget."

"Never forget."

I often stare at the sky.

Wondering what I did to deserve all this.

To watch family members disappear.

To have sweet memories soured by fresh ones.

To be knocked off of a path I so avidly believed in.

"I had to do it."

"Just as you had with your aunt."

Perhaps I deserve this.

Perhaps my fate is to suffer.

To feel misery like my Mother.

Perhaps the Oracle was right.

Perhaps I am nothing more than a reflection of her sins.

A reflection of my family's sins.

She's still laughing at me.

She's still pleading.

She calls me obsessed.

Perhaps I am.

It's ironic.

I have become a Queen.

A ruler.

A monarch.

And yet, still, fate takes what I hold most.

You can't change it.

You can't change it.

You can't change it.

You can't change it.

I wish I could be ignorant once again.

[B0b_J3ffers0n]

I feel sick.
Those are the thoughts that echo through my mind.
"How can you be so happy...?"

The feeling of blood hasn't left my mouth.

I can taste it. It's coppery stench stains everything I eat.

It all tastes the same to me now.

Bread.

Copper.

Dirt.

"Like the lonely lumberjack, I shall CUT you DOWN."

I want to clean my hands.

I try to.

Yet, nothing seems to come off.

They are dirty.

They are stained.

I am stained.

"A tarot reading, just like the one you did with Rhea..."

I feel so tired.

I want to sleep.

Yet, every time I close my eyes.

Every breathe I draw.

I see them.

I hear them.

I feel them.

Squirming.

Begging to come out.

I ate her.

I ate them.

They tasted vile.

I taste vile.

I want to cut them out.

I want to tear them out.

I want to be free.

Let me go.

Let me... Go.

... I understand how you feel now.
... How both of you felt.
I suppose we're far beyond the point of ignorance.