I promise you that I'll love you till the day I die
Chance brought us together, Fate set us apart
But wherever you go, I'll be sitting here, waiting
Waiting for the day you come back, come back to me. 
Listening to the wind, the flower fields, 
as fate pulls it strings, bringing us closer. 
I can only hope it brings us together, but what can I say?
Fate has its own ways,
And sometimes not in those we expect.

Closing my eyes, I lay back down. Words ringing through my mind as I stare out of my window. Just how much time has passed? I can't remember how long it's been since I last saw her. Last heard her. Her fist is but a distant blur, but some part of me mourns her. All I remember of her are open, green fields, days spent chasing butterflies, a glimpse of purple eyes and a certain shine of hair. But all that's left of her, of us, is the tingling warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, when glimpses of a toothy smile resurfaces, when warm hands are threaded, intertwined with mine, from a long distant past. 

You should forget her. I wish I could. All remnants of my old life should be exterminated, filtered, as if they hadn't happened. After all, knowledge was power and now, knowing was dangerous. 

But thoughts of her still linger, like cloying aroma, like stunning cobwebs, shrouding me.  As I glance out of the cheap windowpane, a far cry from the splendor, glamour of my past. Screw the past. Silently, I watch as cars zoom past, against the odd, blue-grey of the night sky, as weak rays of light sift through the windowpane. It's been 10 years, I think to myself, smiling numbly. We should have been married 2 years ago. 

But that was a lifetime ago. Before everything fell, before things were stirred into havoc. Before my father was accused of treachery, tortured and beheaded, and the rest of my family sent into exile. Some of my old resentment stirs up, but it seems now like a distant friend, and as much as I try to muster up my anger, all that's left are ashes of my fury. If only I could find her... 

As if it'd ever be that easy. Letting out a bitter laugh, I turn away, letting myself crumple into the bed. If only....Before drifting into uneasy slumber...

One that lulled me directly back to the past. Funny, isn't it? How we can run, but we're never able to hide. But familiar agate walls surrounded me, and I felt myself being ripped away from her. Again. The world was thrown into chaos, and I stayed under the firm grasp of whoever  dragged me, further away from her once-warm, smiling face, now stained with tears and red-rimmed eyes. 

Me staring out the window, swathes of green, white, and red blurring in front of me in a carriage, as I left that world behind. That shining, glittering world for this one. One in swirling grey and white, but at least this was more honest than my old life had been. One filled with lies and deceit. But something in me still burned, still yearned for it, and the rest of the scenes flashed out before me, tumbling. 

Until nothing was left, and I heard someone tumbling through the window. I kept my eyes shut, desperately hoping whatever it was wouldn't go away. There'd been whispers, after all, rumors of something- Someone slipping into home, slitting throats before living. These mornings, the citizens of Latibule woke up in cold sweat to news, fears that another had been murdered, by someone who entered, so silently, so quickly that there was barely time to react before another fell dead. They named her Athena the Goddess, but I'm more reminded of Nyx. Still, I stayed as unmoving as I could, save for  the cold sweat dripping down my face. Whoever it was, it crept closer, and my heart accelerated. Shit, shit, shit. The air was frigid as it leaned over me. No, she. The smell of jasmine,pomelo and sandalwood perfume wafted through my senses, as well as hot breath on my face. Holding my breath, my mind was screaming as she moved closer still.

"I know you're awake," she hissed...Wait-her voice sounds familiar. No, no, it can't be, I must be dreaming. Anxiety ran through my veins.

"Open your eyes, little girl, Speak up, I know you're awake," Fuck. Hesitatingly, I peeled my eyes open. Before me, was a slender, somewhat familiar silhouette, swathed in black. Her face was covered with a cloak and an embroidered, brocade mask. Glinting purple eyes stared coldly back at me,  and slipped gracefully back.

"Who are you?" I breathed out, unable to help myself. 

Her eyes flashed in irritance. "None of your business, little girl."
Something about that voice bristled with me. "You come bursting into my house in the dead of the fucking night, and you tell me that it's none of my business, are you kidding me? Answer me!"

Displeasure was plain on her face, and so was the disdain in her voice. " I'm the one doing the killing. Let's establish the fact that I'm the one asking questions, not you."

In less than a heartbeat, I found myself out of bed, pinned to a wall, with cold metal pressed against my neck. If I was anxious then, it was nothing compared to now. Quirking the corners of my lips up, I stare straight into her eyes. The sight of them takes my breath away. The lilt of them familiar, the almond shape, the depth of purple. Of lilac, violet, they look like lavender fields, and something about them stills me, granting me courage I don't remember having. Mustering up my newfound courage, I push myself closer to the wall, before raising my knee up, putting it between me and Athena, before letting it coil out. The blade clatters to the ground, but she nimbly rolls over swiftly. Too swiftly, since the mask slips off.

She swoops forward, trying to get to the fallen mask on the floor, but she's late. Too late. My eyes widen in surprise, jaw-dropping. No wonder she looked so familiar.

"Princess Lythia?" the Kingdom's darling princess, most beloved. And.... It can't be. But the similarities are uncanny, she looks exactly like her. "You're Athena, aren't you."
More of a statement than a question.  A smirk crawls over Lythia's face, and I wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk off her face. Then I get a reality check- she's a fucking assassin. Try that, and you're dead in a heartbeat. Not only that, she's the goddamn princess, so either way, you're screwed.

"Finally. I thought it'd take you forever."

"You don't seem afraid." I stare straight back at her, unwilling to show her any remnant of fear. 

"Why should I be?"

"I'm a trained assassin, the best there is. I'm a princess, both of which could snap your neck and end you life in a heartbeat." fingering her blade, her lilac eyes glint with mischief. 

"If you wanted to kill me, you'd have done so earlier. You want something from me." And I'm not sure what, but this is more dangerous then you stabbing me, which isn't exactly a risk I'd take, considering the fact it is potentially fatal. Isn't she....like her?  The same hair, similar eyes, just the way of talking...Rythna never talked to me like that. But that was a long, long time ago... And nothing has been the same since.

"Good analysis, little girl. But there's a fine line between cleverness and stupidity. Now, what do you think I want?" Arrogance rolls off her in waves, goading me to ask her. And like she said, I'm a hair's breadth away from getting killed, if her fingering the scabbard sheathed around her hip was an indication. Obviously.

" Death. " her smile stretches accross her face grimly, and her features shift.
Her eyes shift from lilac to stormy grey, moody, and her nose seems to morph, more crooked than they were a moment ago. Fuck.

"Who are you?" the air around us darkens , growing heavier by the moment. Then all I can feel is power.

"None of your business , little girl. I'll make you a deal. Your life, in exchange for one thing."

I don't like this. "What is it?"

"You let me choose how you leave."
My eyes widen in disbelief. What the hell did she just say? What is she? All I can summon are dregs, and nothing seems clear.

"Who are you? I don't understand you."

"I'm things you'll never know, little girl. Now, will you agree or not?"

Her scent infiltrated my senses, and the edges of my vision blur around me. Numbly, I nod. Athena....she seems to be fading...

And the world becomes a mess of swirling black.

I feel myself falling down, down, and down. Everything's muted... And ensuing chaos, but cold hands wrap around me, holding me, and I can feel words on my cheek.

"It's time you came back to me..."
"Artemis."

Nyx.

A flood of memories flow through me. There's me and Nyx playing in the orchards,  I see us lying beside each other, fingers tangled. Her leaving, back turned to me as my heart aches, as my tears shatter and my composure falls.

Found you.

One day fate will bring us together,
But fate isn't kind.
Years will be spent apart, centuries.
But love has no boundaries.
It will pass through the gates of time,
Resist the mesmerising touches of temptation.
And one day those bound by red thread will be reunited.
One, for the Goddess of the Hunt.
The other, for the Goddess of the Night.