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My eyes are open, at least I think they are, but all I see is an endless void of black.
A voice hits my ears, making me want to jump out of my skin.
“In two days’ time, when the sun sets and the moon rises... destiny will arrive. You will have two paths that only you will be able to see, and only you will be able to choose which road to take.”
I try to blink, hoping someone or something comes into view, but nothing happens. There’s no one around. It’s just me.
Alone. In the dark. Again.
I pinch myself, hoping to wake from this dream. I repeat the motion again, but it’s useless. There’s no waking up from whatever this is, but there’s also no pain. It’s the first time in a while that I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
The voice repeats the same phrase over and over until I finally respond.
But who or what am I responding to? I have no idea, but closed mouths don’t get fed.
I take a deep breath and ask the question I’ve been dying to know.
“Hasn’t my fate already been written?” There’s a beat of silence, then I hear it again. The deep, baritone voice startles me. I didn’t actually think the voice would respond.
“There is always a choice, Robyn. The choice must be your own. Choose wisely.”
So the choiceismine. This must be a trick. People describe destiny and fate as being set in stone, but we do have a choice. Does that mean the fates know our hearts better than we do. But why would anyone choose a road that leads to their own demise? To the fall of empires?
If given a choice, wouldn’t most people choose the road that leads to happiness? Which brings me to my next question.
“How will I know which path to take? How will I know which path leads to the prophecy and which doesn’t?”
“Follow your heart.”
Well, that’s awfully vague. My heart just led me to the arms of two different men. How am I supposed to trust that?
“But the prophecy? There’s no way of changing it. It’s done.”
“The prophecy is nothing more than a path you must choose to take.”
So all that came before me chose what was written in the stars? I find that hard to believe.
“But it’s never been wrong.”
“Then they’ve chosen the path which the fates already knew to be true. Will you?”
What happens if I don’t? And will it be an obvious fork in the road or something so minor that I don’t even realize it until it’s done? There’s too much pressure. I liked it better when I didn’t know I had an option. At least that’s easier to swallow than if I screw things up and my whole kingdom pays the price.
“If I choose a different path from what the seer prophesied, then what happens?”
“The fates have never been wrong, but it’s still up to you. Two days, Robyn.”
The voice fades, and the ringing in my ears picks up again.
Caw.
Chapter
Eighteen
Robyn
“Robyn! Wake the fuck up!” someone shouts. I can feel the warmth of their breath as the words leave them.
