Clio/Κλειώ (famedhistory) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2013-07-10 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | -apocalypse au, clio, saint patrick |
Who: Clio and Saint Patrick
What: All things end
When: Near the end of the Apocalypse
Where: Random Place, then Gates of Hades
Warnings: I like making myself feel sad apparently
The very truth of things, was that it ended. Nothing lasted, which one who had walked every page of History knew all to well. But things always started to. For every end, another beginning came. Even if it was wrapped in darkness, and seemed so chaotic, it would begin. If not in this form, then another. It was one of life's joy's. It's what people frowned at though, and called her a pessimist for.
She hadn't agreed, but it was their choice.
So when she'd walked the edge of a ravaged town and heard the whispers of people she'd smiled. It was a beginning. But then she'd stood stock still and whirled around. Somewhere, deep inside she'd heard a voice, and a voice she knew well. It was her Uncle, and in soft tones all it was was 'come home'. And even though she understood endings she'd still shivered and closed her eyes.
A long, long time ago she'd feared being forgotten. Feared being no longer needed. But her whispers had fanned other things. History As It Was, wasn't needed, History As It Would Be was. In her place another would walk. So she didn't fear anymore. She understood. Still it was painful. She'd walked the Earth so long. She'd hoped to walk it longer, to see what would happen after. To see the new beginning. But it wasn't for her.
She knew where she needed to go. The Gate would be open to her, and she'd need no judging. A part of her, small and fragile, wondered how her father would fare, knowing he'd have to bow to his elder brother at long last? It would be something to see. And she'd have her children and siblings close at hand. It wouldn't be terrible.
But there was one she'd not enjoy leaving behind. She'd purposefully not crossed paths with Patrick all that often, because he kept making her want to stay. Brief meetings was all she allowed herself, to make sure he was alright. So she'd seen him change. And she missed his red hair. And his smile. But she'd break her own rule, because if she had to walk o her end, she wanted someone to walk with her. And there was only one she wanted.
Knowing her Uncle understood she turned from where she ought to go and went elsewhere. It wasn't hard to follow this path. Patrick would always be where people needed him. So when she saw the group of huddled survivors and felt the very strong presence of Christians she stopped just outside it's borders. The mortals couldn't see her, but immortals could.
She wondered what he'd think of her, dressed as shed been in the past and with laurel leaves in her hair, then smiled to herself. It seemed so strange to worry about that. Knowing they'd feel her she sat down and took a breath. This would be most painful of all, the saying goodbye. They were meant for different paths, always had been. She'd not see him again. She tried for strength and found something close to it as she set her hands on her lap and waited. There was still time for that.