Elf vs. Prophecy

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Denim & high heels clad an elf with something to prove. She hailed an eagle in flight. He dipped a wing and wheeled overhead.

“Daughter of trees, why did you call me?”

“Must something die so we may live?”

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Because there’s a prophesy and I mean to prove it wrong.”

“Why bother?” He sailed past again amused by their exchange.

“Because all this,” she waved to the metropolis sparking in the sun. A slash in spacetime framed it with flickering tendrils of white. “Is prophesied to die and that’s unacceptable.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Tell me how to find the Star-Eyed.”

“How do you know you haven’t found him?”

Notwithstanding the brightness flaring around the star-born God would doom all the lives riding on her reckless quest. So she girded herself with hope and stood fast against the cold, airless brilliance excoriating her.

If someone must die so others may live, then let it be her. Let her beloved city live. And on eagle’s wings, let her soul fly forever more.

She’d done what she came to do. She’d inverted a prophesy, averted a cataclysm and beaten a God at his own game. Long life had it’s advantages.