User blog:Isaac Kifer/Eventuality & Duty Bound

'Eventuality: All things must reach reach their conclusion. Whether the path is long or cut short, the end comes at one point or another.'

The Kifer Ranch stood still. None of the mamonos who called it their home milled about going about their chores. The place stood abandoned now. The temple where worship and prayers were once held was empty, the wood and stone work were worn. The fields in the back were dead and dry. The little hut next to them was dilapidated. The house itself stood strong, no longer inhabited by anyone. The glass windows were dirty and the wood planks had only gathered dust. A long girl stood in the shadow of the house. Her black shaggy hair swayed in a light breeze along with the bright yellow cloak with a spider-web motif on it. The blunt sword hung at her hip. The red veins that ran over it gave off a soft pulse. A thick leather bound tome adorned with stars and arcane markings was stuffed into one of the pockets of the cloak. She looked up at the house that once held so many memories. She entered, and wandered throughout the building that was bigger on the inside. The halls and rooms had been emptied some time ago. Spots where pictures once hanged were bare and the wall paper peeled in certain spots. She climbed the stairs and tried one of the doors. It was locked, but some of the others weren't. One was like the rest of the house, barren and empty but the layers of dust were less than the rest of the house. This room had been kept immaculate before hand. She shook her head and left before trying another door. This one was also unlocked but she found herself hesitant to open, but she opened regardless. It was the same. Dusty and empty. Her heart weighed heavy on her and she almost was brought to tears. She closed the door and left, heading back down the stairs and into the basement. It had been used for something at one point, but now it was just a musty basement. The girl sighed and went back up. As she headed back out onto the porch, giving one last look back into the house. For a brief moment, it flickered into life as mamonos went about their day talking and smiling. Little mamono girls ran around playing with an older girl who smiled at them. It set her at ease when the image faded as it was just an empty house again. She closed the door and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a matchbook, pulling a single match and struck it. The flame sparked to life and flickered at the end as she stared at it. For a second, she smiled. "For all things, they must come to an end...isn't that right Father?" She asked the match. She chuckled a bit before tossing it behind her. The small match flickered on the porch before the girl snapped her fingers and the flames grew. She walked away with a small smile and stray tears falling down her cheek as the house was engulfed in flames. "All things must reach an eventuality..." She whimpered as she left

''Duty Bound: For one who finds their purpose, there are those who are bound to it. They are unable to escape it whether they are of that or not.''

The voices had stopped. Their arguing and incessant voices had ceased along with the headaches. Her name was no longer Ophelia, she was now Morgan; a Lilim, not a human girl anymore. She had taken time to rest, get a feel for who she had become and everything that came with it. Her memories weren't hers per say, but they belonged to her body. When she returned home, she was showered with concern and affection from everyone of her mothers and sisters. It was a while before she saw her father; she was uncertain of what he'd say, but all her fears melted away when she was accepted once more. She lay in her bed after a great big dinner that night and thought back of the events that happened during her transition. She made a promise to live her life now in Ophelia's place. She was going to do it, not for herself, but for someone else. She was looking forward to it, even as things would play out that would require her attention. She had loose ends to tie up here and there, but she'd take care of them eventually. She held her sword close and her eyelids closed. Her somewhat conscious thoughts filled her mind, her family, her sisters, her mothers, her Father. She'd protect them, just like Ophelia did...