What do you see when you look at them? Are they just another face? Just one of the nearly seven billion people in the world trying to claw their way through life? They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Look into theirs. What do you see? Are they just uninhabited pools of green and blue? Or are they gates to a world where something else - something more - lives? Look deeper. Think harder. Nothing is meaningless. Things are not always what they seem. There is always light in the darkness (You were theirs). There is always darkness in the brightest of places (Inside their mind).
Destiny is a joke. It's just something we say we have to make us feel as if everything is somehow pre-determined. It makes us feel like we have an ultimate purpose. Everything will magically work itself out in the end, because it's "destiny". When in reality, we choose our own destiny. We are in control. We make it happen. Everything that happens to us in our breif exsistence are all the outcome of our own actions. Whether or not they are purposeful, it's our doing.
Ignorance is the beast that lives inside us. It lies. It takes lives without any second thoughts. It keeps very little company with intelligence, sympathy, or emotion. It thinks highly of itself, and refuses to receive any help from anyone. But it can be tamed.
Once you have control of the beast, you can see what you have been blinded from. What is it? A person. The vessel you recently saw as insignificant, trapped inside of the dark storm that has been created. Will you help save them before they're engulfed? Dark, gloomy, foreboding, and building. The storm won't wait forever. They can't always get out by themselves.
They're screaming out for someone to save them. But the beasts, they're everywhere. "Help!" ........ Nothing. The beast raises it's head, telling you to follow it. Where are you going? You are no longer in control. You almost had them. Where are you going? Come back. Before it's too late.
"Help! Help me!" ......Gone. The stream of light that shone through the dark storm has left. What were you thinking? It's growing stronger. The beast has manipulated you little by little until you are completely devoured by it's menacing power. You were the only hope, the only savior. No one is left for them now.
"Where are you!?" ....... No answer. The tears fall. Like rain pouring down onto a barren wasteland. It's started. Call them. Hold them. Something. Anything. The crying gets louder. Eventually it turns into screaming. Last cries for help, as loud as thunder. It ends quickly. Lightning made of metal and gunpowder. A strike to the head. One last drop of rain falls. And that's it.
All that's left are the scattered remains of the one you thought was a mere vessel. You didn't seem too concerned untill you got the call.
You're too late.
- Alexis Wolf