Fate
She had finally broken the laws of Physics.
Here she was, face to face with the supreme metaphysical entity.
An egoistic bastard, who ruled the universe with an iron hand.
Hiding the evil beneath a congratulatory veneer, he smiled.
“You bested me at my own game, I shall give you power.
You shall get to control a bit of my magic, a bit of being God”
“Time, I want to control time, slow it to a crawl, stop it, and if need be,
speed through it, and bend it to my will, out of your cruel hands”
“Of course, anything for someone just as powerful and clever as me”
Spoke the lord of the Universe, and in a moment it was done.
The world looked the same, and she remembered she was immensely sad.
The horror in her past, was still a reality, a permanent aching scar.
She sped back through time, to a time when she could see the world in colour
She then realized — she had mastery only over time, not over fate.
She tried blazing past her memories, hoping to escape her past demons.
Yet it only made the horrors more intense, for all the pain was now compressed.
She tried crawling through her past, hoping to subdue the hurt.
The intensity reduced, yet in that she saw the details she had forgotten
She could journey back and forth and bend time, yet never break it.
To go back she had to relive, put herself through the horrors she hoped to forget.
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God had played a cruel joke, and trapped her, in her own world of horror.
Every time she tried to escape, it only pulled her in, a vortex of her creation.
She knew there was a time void of horrors, but it was meant for others, not her.
Her lack of command over fate, had made being mistress of time a curse
A curse she had wilfully sought, a curse she had worked towards.
Her brilliance had betrayed her, gifting her an eternal hell of suffering.
She then realized, there was one way out, in fact the only way out.
She could beat the vengeful God, and destroy the trap that chained her
She blazed part to a time before her, a world in which she never was.
“I have beaten you haven’t I? I have finally managed to stop the horror”
“Yes you have, but did you need to?” Asked a God that now looked caring.
“What if you had chosen not to go back, but to take a break, to slow time”
She was never meant to cut open her scars by chasing the past, but to pause
To give the scar time to heal, without robbing her mind of its brilliance.
She then saw what could've been, a lady with the horror, but in the past.
A lady whose works had made the world better and much more caring
A lady on her deathbed, with loved ones by her side, praying for her.
A lady the whole world would immensely miss, and remember till end of time.
“Any regrets?” She was asked. “Yes, I figured how to humiliate God, yet never did”.
For no matter what we choose, we are cursed to regret what could have been
Inspired by the resurrection stone in Harry Potter Universe, and the central idea in a Science Fiction story idea I have festered for a long long time.
