Sarah sat by the lake, the waters a perfect mirror of the night sky, and silently stared into the great expanse. Her eyes inspected every star, each distant galaxy so far from her own, and though she was outwardly emotionless her rampant thoughts wept their broken tears.
It had been over a year… they had told her that the pain would end, that the Fates would deliver their kindness in the end. But they had been wrong.
The Fates had forsaken her! She had been cursed. Her husband and family, dead; her home and livelihood, eradicated; her very existence, stolen. She was nothing and had nothing! How could the pain possibly end?
Do not despair, kin.
The soft voice breathed itself across the way alongside the sudden breeze, unexpected within the night’s stillness. It reminded her of her mother, though she knew that was impossible.
All is not lost; we are coming.
A star fall from the heavens. A good omen! It pirouetted impossibly across the sky until the mass hovered above, and she felt relief as the lightbeam fell upon her and drew her into its depths.
The Fates had not forsaken her; they had come at last.