Kismet

A/N: This is in the Aqueaura universe... it is just a little one-shot about the worries that the Most Powerful Being faces...

My name is Trinity Cataira Telluria-Zatayrius...a mouthful, isn’t it? I am known as the Link, The NoctiAura, Lady Protector…and the list goes on. My occupation is to save the world. Well, no…actually, my profession is to try and save the world. My life has been predestined, basic guidelines have been mapped out; I merely need to color in the lines.

I have a family, like any normal person. I have three sisters, two are engaged and one is married. I also have three nephews and a niece. I have a husband and two point five children. I have three year old son, named Alec and a one year old daughter named Nyt, as in n-i-g-h-t, people always get that wrong.

My husband works for me… that within itself is quite amusing. William Exanimere Zatayrius, or Liam as I call him, is extremely, how do I put it…touchy. Yes, Liam is a very touchy person. And I am not referring to the good way, either. He can be very intimidating, whether it’s his height of six foot eight, or his lean, muscular build betraying sinewy strength, or his dark features setting off his pale white skin or maybe it’s just his persona, the sheer ‘Don’t mess with me’ signals that he seems to just ooze.

I, of course, refuse to be intimidated because: A) I am quite intimidating myself and B) He has never given me a reason to fear for my safety or that of our children. That is not to say others should not be afraid of him. But let’s just say, when it comes down to it, you’d much rather meet an angry ‘Ex’ (as everyone else calls my Liam) than an angry Trinity.

My life has always resembled a metaphorical roller-coaster. One month it’s all candy and sunshine, the next: it is a nearly apocalyptic event that takes about a month to recover from and that’s with my accelerated healing rate. Yet I don’t mind. I actually enjoy the thrill of knowing the fate of the world is balanced on me. Yes, I know…I am an adrenalin junkie. However, to this day, I have not failed. Yet…

Remember how I have two point five children? That’s because I am pregnant. Hold your congratulations, though. My child…is also predestined. To be a beautiful boy with golden hair highlighted with tones of rust and eyes the color of the sea after a storm…His name: Tereyo Calum Zatayrius. His name means: Shy Chaos…lovely, huh? I am the savoir of this world several times over and if you are lucky, a few more times before I pass on to either The Summerlands, to be reborn or the Void, to no longer exist. A few situations I have been in have been very close and that is because it did something that either involved or endangered my family. This is no better, in fact, its worse. My son, my beautiful quiet son who is still in my womb, is going to destroy the world. And I will have to stop him.

I have always been ready to give my life for anyone of yours. But I would not and never will forfeit the life of one of my family members. Lex, Corra, Tarra, Airik, Sil, Lyrm, Dex, Adaes, Liam, Alec, Nyt or Tereyo. And of that list…you better wish it never comes down to a choice between you and them, because, my friend…there is no competition.

Yet the cruelest joke that I can think of… is being played on me. I hope the fates get a good laugh, somebody had better find it amusing. I will have to choose between my son and the rest of my family.

We were told the prophecy before the dreams started. Before Tereyo was even a fetus in my body. Liam wanted to have him aborted. I couldn’t. I couldn’t take the life of an innocent child because of the basic guidelines that had been laid down for his path. What if he is good, what if I can change destiny? With me…it’s always been ‘what if’. So far, things have turned out alright, so I have no reason to doubt my choice, right?

Nope. Wrong…for one of the first times…I have to write this down…wait…I am. That was before the dreams started. Dreams that showed the horrors Tereyo would cause…the chaos he would instill in the world. I guess I was wrong…I hope I am wrong in believing I am wrong, however.

It would be so easy…To give in to Liam…To end it now. But I can’t. Not until I am sure. But by then, it will be too late. So, either I will save the world again, by changing what has been written down in that musty tome…or I am going to introduce the destruction of the worlds into this one.

Wow…that’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? I remember how Liam reacted…clear as crystal. I remember sitting there as Corra, Sil, Airik, Tarra, Lyrm, and Lex watched the emotions play on my face as well as Liam’s.

“Corra?” I asked, softly. “May I talk with you for a second?”

“Of course.” She said, her eyes concerned already.

The others cast us looks full of question as we walked into the hallway. I twisted my hands, “I…I am pregnant.”

Corra’s face lit up with excitement, “Oh, Trinity!!” She gushed. “Congratulations!”

“No,” I whispered, “Not congratulations.”

She stilled, eyes growing wide, “Why not?”

“There’s a prophecy…”

That’s all I needed to say. “We have to tell the others.” She said.

“I know that. But…how do I tell Liam?”

“Just say it. It’s not like it’s YOUR fault, or anything.”

My head hanging in shame, I entered the study with Corra at my side. Immediately Liam came to me, “What’s wrong, Love?”

My eyes filled with tears, I could barely force my eyes to maintain his gaze without faltering or breaking down. “I’m pregnant.”

My heart felt like it had shattered as his face expressed more love than anyone should be allowed to express.

“No…” I whispered, hollowly as all the ‘Good for you’ and ‘Best wishes’ started.

Liam’s face turned dark with more speed than Super-Man could ever dream of possesing. “Trinity? Explain.”

I did. And here we are. Merely weeks before the world lays in the hands of a baby. I wish this was a dream… I wish I’d wake up and be curled next to my husband on our bed and let him hold me and tell me ‘It’s alright, you’re safe.’ Because, with him…I am. If I could just go along with his plan, If I could just forget about this child… The world would be safe.

Until another villain popped up. With some crazy scheme to wipe out the world with some mixed up virus containing Ebola and another deadly disease of some sort. Until another crazed god wants to get revenge on some goddess he dated three thousand years ago and decided to try to erase this dimension.

It’s only a matter of time…Until this world goes ‘poof’. But I am here to give you all a few extra years…months…days…minutes…even seconds. That is my job…until I die. But if I die…so do you.

I hope that I don’t fail…I don’t want to let the world down. I want to be able to be old and wrinkly with my grandchildren and non-evil son. Well, maybe not wrinkly…

Believe it or not…I am scared…Ha! I know…me…scared!

Perhaps my fate is not set in stone. That is what I believe. Why would you know something before hand if there were no way you could change it? There is no way the fates are that cruel. Even if they were, I am Lady Protector of Earth. It is my job to ensure these worlds survival. I will change this world destiny. Mark my words.

But just in case…say ‘I love you’ as many times as possible. Don’t allow any doubts to linger in your mind when the time comes. Live your life to the fullest.

I intend to.

Kismet…a beautiful way of saying fate…also a way of saying doom as well as luck…

I wonder what it means for me…

Thank you for reading!

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