MELITA
The story had hit its noose, one of those strangling, asphyxiating contortions that had once held a tiny Melita enthralled too, shocked at the notions of betrayal by the Wildfire – so trusted, so certain, so stalwart against anyone who would challenge his home. But then again, it hadn’t truly been him. Her guess had been somewhere near the mark, and she didn’t mention anything yet, not until they’d pressed their soles into the earth, and her smile could brim again properly. “Very good. He was possessed.” She shook her head, eyes glancing up along the sky, the constellations, the stars, where Safrin supposedly channeled and remained; called to earth by them on occasion. “The Moon Goddess took hold of him. Made him murder all those souls. He had no idea.” And what a scary situation – to have no control over one’s own form, as if sleepwalking through a haze, a labyrinth, not of your own making. Then to slay others, some friends, some foes, some completely unknown, without any mode or reason – simply because she could had been a damning portion too, a reminder that not all celestial bodies were the same, and divinity and virtue didn’t go hand in hand. “He was forgiven, mostly, in the end.” She shrugged; that was all she knew, hadn’t been alive to see the legends written, only heard, bedtime stories she could eventually recite word by word, staring up at her ceiling in warm huts and wondering if she would ever be part of an epic saga too.Then, only when she’d finished, did she open up her arms and declare the notions complete. “There! You’ve done it!”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
