What Comes Around

She wished she could say that the dark had never scared her. But that would be a terrible lie and her mother had taught her better. As a child, the dark had terrified her, while the black butterflies petrified. More so; when they circled around people, almost as if she had known that they would never see their loved ones again, never go into the peaceful plains of the afterlife. She highly doubted it. She didn't know what the butterflies were, let alone what they meant. That wasn't so much the case anymore, he had told her what they were, what the differences between light and dark Rukh meant. Promised that he would fix everything that they had tried to destroy; hope, love and joy. Even through it meant that he would need to go away for a while. His plan had to work, not just for them. But for everyone who had survived, for those grasping at loved ones and cried for those lost to her old hero's plans. To work, she would be the first one to go, they all would in the end. Abd-al-Hakin had near-destroyed this world, like they had done to he's world. And like before, those who were left behind would be forced to build a new. Like father, like son, she had been told. Not from anyone in her world, but from the one before. The eighty-one souls that had survived from the first known world, the world of magic and chains. Not that it mattered. Closing her eyes, she walked closer to the golden door. Golden butterflies flying past her head, a smile on her face. Walking past posts with old writing, she didn't flinch when the door closed with a loud bang. Darkness closing in as it did so, but unlike before. She wasn't scared, he wouldn't allow her to fade from this world by herself. "We'll met again," he whispered. "You'll wait for me? Promise me you will." "Always," she whispered. Disappearing into a thousand butterflies. "For as long as my soul exists."