"
Tanto tempo fa,
Un uccello fatale di nome,
Chromaggia,
Incrociò in volo la freccia di un,
Arciere,
Lungo le coste di lava,
Per anni, pensando di essere,
Inseguita,
Scappò dalla freccia, "
The words left her lips like a breath of air as she sang into the stillness, eyes closed. Mag tilted her head, chin lifted so that her face was pointed at the sky. She stood in the middle of the cemetery, the only place that reminded her of her home, in both a way she hated and needed. It was the only place she found comfort, solace and peace despite what the cemetery really meant. For a woman who lived in a city built on the dead, she took comfort in the stillness. These people would never know Repo, they would never fall victim to being robbed of whatever essence it was that had a hand in making Zydrate, and they had never heard her sing this song.
The final song.
Her song.
Slowly, Mag opened her eyes and tilted her face so that instead of the sky she beheld all of the headstones that surrounded her. They were meaningless but beautiful, things in a world not her own.
She had chosen the graveyard for her song so as not to disturb anyone around her as she practiced. Singing was what she was born to do, and without it she felt void. But her aria was painful, reminding her of the bondage to the corporation she had lived through since she was nineteen.
Had she access to a calendar she would've noticed that she had missed her latest birthday. She would be forty two this year, and was now, though she didn't realize it or feel it. Age meant nothing in a world like this, and she would be alright with never knowing that she had to grow a year older, a year closer to death and another year more that she was stealing from the hand of Time. She wasnt aware, either, how very close to death she had come before arriving here, and perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe if she had known about her escaped fate she would've taken more care to see her life be more fulfilling. As it was, Mag was content with her life and despite the trials of this world she enjoyed her time more now than she had before she came here.
But it was hard to let go.
"
Chromaggia, Chromaggia,
Perché non affronti il pericolo?
La freccia era legata all'ala,
E lei volva per liberarsene,
Tirando la freccia,
Altri son ferriti per mia colpa,
Mia colpa,
Giú! Verso la bocca del diavolo!
La sua freccia, I miei occhi."
As she reached the climax of the aria, Mag smiled. She wondered to herself what Rotti would've thought of the change of ending she had planned to sing at the opera that night. She had planned on allowing the whole world to see her take her own eyes as an attempt at her own freedom. She was aware of the consequences of her betrayal, but she had been willing to take the risk. Now....now she was glad she hadnt.
Emitting a sigh, Mag left the song unfinished. It needed no ending. Not yet.
Just like she needed no ending. Not yet.
She licked over her lips and moved to sit down on the ground for a moment, her eyes shimmering with memory as she pressed her back against the crumbling statue of a sobbing angel. She stretched her legs out before herself, and her hands fell to her lap as she settled.