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The Goddess of the Choices

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What does freedom taste like? What is this wind in my hair? What is this sweet feeling in my throat, resembling every warm summer night basked in rain? It is my choice, it is my rule. It is me, plainly and simply. I am free. I weave my own path. My burdens are my own and I live with every step I decide to take.

For some, it is a chess game. Every move measured and calculated attentively. For others, it is but a chance. The green light in the crossroads. Their choice based on blind luck. Their will affected by Fate. Intertwined in anything and everything. Invisible golden threads. But as there is one, there is another. Everything true has an opposite to match it.

My glistening sister of light, the Goddess of Fate is my mirror. I, the dark sheep of the herd. I, the wild card of the pack. And yet I bring you no trouble. I am barely noticeable in everything existing. I do not attract your attention as I am the one taken for granted. Don't get me wrong, I do not mind. Life is a beautiful thing when no one is expecting anything of you. Instead, they blame all the other deities.

All I do is roam and smile. I bathe in my own freedom, something none other of my sisters has. Of course, there is the pain, there is a price. Sharp shards of awareness, made of glass, along the way. Against my throat. But what is life but a sequence of lessons? What would bliss be without a couple of sluggish hickups?

Essaya and me, we understand each others' will. She is a mare that no one but me could tame. But I choose not to. Instead, we roam the fields of wild summer nights together. I never ride her, I walk beside her. She often drops on her deep chocolate brown back and rolls over the wheat bursting with grains, the stark red and space blue flowers swaying in the breeze. There is life in every bit of existence. We play in the world and through the musical notes. I have a harp in my hand and no responsibilities. I have been released. I play the sweetest of tune. Drunk on the nectar of living.

Choice. You beg and yell for it but never take the leap. And, without that decisive step, I am completely free. Blame the fate, blame the time, blame anyone else. But don't look into my eyes, you will only see your free will. You might not like it there, you will not want to acknowledge the truth. There is no one else to blame. I might as well be the goddess of death. Vanity, it shields me and yet I am not known to be vain. All I want is to be free and happy. You want that too. But, if I am untangled, you seem to be bound. If you unfastened your own restrains, I might be in cuffs. Who knows? Maybe... Maybe not. I have not had the chance to prove it yet.

It is either you or me. And I am a goddess, I do not mind the burden. I was made for it, to carry and fulfil, to provide the concept. It is you who are hesitating to unbound your own chains. You put those shackles on your own wrists. When you will choose in favour of your own free will, it will set you free. I will be there, I will take your restraints, I will carry them for you. But you have to take that leap of faith, it is only in your own power. If you do, there is no blaming others. No more, not ever.

I am Liliana, the shadow wrapper sister of Olive skin. I am unbound. Find me, and you will find the key.


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