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at; jlynne33@hotmail.com

Whups!  A tiny little itty bitty amount of swaering 
snuck into this one.  You have been warned.

C&C is very, very welcome, on the list or in private.


*4 A.M. - Destiny*


	This is the most peaceful city in the entire 
world.  It is also the most beautiful.  When the sun 
shines brightly, the entire city glows like the jewel 
it is.  No one fights here, and there have been no 
wars for centuries now.

	It is four am, and in a little less than eight 
hours, this beautiful, magical city will be attacked.  
In twelve hours, it will be all but destroyed.

	I know this, but no one else does.

	I expect this.  I have known it was coming 
ever since this place's creation.  I know the precise 
time of the attack, and I know exactly where they will 
strike.  So, what will I do to stop this?

                      ***

	Absolutely nothing.

	I will stand by and watch the city I love get 
crumbled into dust.

	It will not be the first time I have stood by 
and watched.  It is most certainly not going to be the 
last.

	Then why am I crying?  Useless tears, searing 
cold cheeks.  I shouldn't waste my time with tears, I 
should stop.

	The tears continue, dripping unglamourously 
off my chin to splatter on my skirt, on the ground.

                        ***

	What must be will happen.  I have no right to 
stop it.

	And I know that this will not be the end of 
everything.  Time and time again, the soul of this 
place will rise from the ashes, remake itself from its 
dust, and be whole again.  There will never be an 
ending.

	Stop crying, dammit!  You are the wisest, the 
one who knows all!  You have no need for these 
emotions, these weak tears!

                        ***

	I love this city, and I adore the one who 
rules here.  If she asked, I would tell her what is 
going to happen.

	But she won't ask.  She knows, far too well, 
the pitfalls of knowing the future too well.  And 
whenever I open my mouth to tell her, something stops 
my voice, and I am silent.

                       ***

	Destiny is a chain that binds me more heavily 
than I ever suspected it would.  When I first started,
I thought destiny was romantic.  Now I know better.  
Destiny is blood, battle, and tears.  My tears.

	Somehow, I never thought that doing nothing 
would be so very hard.

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Authoral Babble: Whew!  These things are getting harder 
and harder as I go along.  But the good news is that I'm 
nearly done!  I've only got two more to write.  And, of 
course, I'd love to know what you think of this one.

Jelynne
jlynne33@hotmail.com
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