AD21//Day 2 out of 25
August 25, 2023•223 words
//the 100days challenge is too long so I'm going to do a quarter and if it succeeds I'll continue//
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He is favored by luck, gold, and discord.
He follows the hands of fate as it sculpts death out of glass.
Kin to the norns, sailor of the silver waves, the weavers manipulate the cards as they suit him.
The winds end and begin with his breath. The tides rise and fall with his sighs.
His fingers burn delicately as if paper dyeing itself as it dissolves into dust.
Wedges widen in his faceless monuments. Time laces his memories with rust.
He is loved by the deep underground that shimmers only when most unseen.
He is led toward the repository to claim a world's worth of reward.
Where the stars are unremembered, where will-o-wisps are beloved,
He is invited to follow where they fade, where the water is their graveyard.
Victory, his most subservient flatterer, awaits his bloodlust once more.
It framed a memory of him slaying winged gods whose myths incurred their downfall.
Efficiency is a sycophant. Discipline is a parasite of time. Inspiration is a selfish lover, too distant when wanted and too clingy when not.
All of them play as priced servants when he starts his voyage.
Yet none of them dare to linger when he has landed at last.