I still believed in magic, despite everything. Or maybe because of everything…
I still believed that everything would work out in the end, but I was growing weary of waiting.
How much longer did I have to wait?
Where was he? And why was he so late?
And more importantly, if he wasn’t the trouble, then who was he? Was he the solution?
I kept praying to the gods, kept making promises I knew they were laughing at in the heavens and yet, I couldn’t tear myself away from the temple.
I wondered what I would ask for if I was granted a wish. A single wish.
Truth be told I would probably squander it. I would probably try to recreate the past and then when it didn’t work out because it wasn’t my fate I would curse and yell at the gods.
They knew this.
Which was why they had kept me waiting for four long years.
I knew as well as they did that he was here, but as much as I hated to admit it, I knew he wouldn’t appear before time.
I considered the possibility that he was as impatient as me and saying, “Let me talk to her! Let me make things right!”
But the gods weren’t listening.
Should I take destiny into my own hands? Probably not. Dealing out karma and trying to speed up the process hadn’t worked in the past so I figured I needed a new approach.
I just wasn’t sure what it was right now.