Chapter 15 – Finale

She was lying.

It was not impossible to bring my dream to life, to build that metropolis where all the Speakers and the Dream Walkers and the bastard children of the gods could live side-by-side with humans.

It was not impossible to protect Clarissa from the scientists.

It was not impossible to do away with The Daughters, flawed as they were.

It was not impossible to bring the scientists under my rule.

It was not impossible. Telling yourself that something was impossible made it so – years ago, people would have said that for people to fly unaided was impossible. But that wasn’t true, nobody knew if anything was impossible.

Perhaps all those people that said it was impossible to bring back a piece of star would eat their words. He was going to grab that star, finally, and Clarissa loved him and knew he loved her.

It was not impossible to build his dream, for his life-long wishes to crystallize.

The Daughters were gone. The scientists faction had been absorbed. The governments had acquiesced to his rule. He had spent years working in order for humans to accept his kind.

The goddess, mother of Lilith, she had been lying.

Philip repeats this to himself, over and over, even as the fierce warrior woman before him dashes in (so alike to Lilith, the movements are the same) and rips him open.

She was lying.

She was lying.

This I must believe.

End Notes: So maybe this is vaguely anti-climactic, and a bit of a cop-out (everybody dies, yadda-yadda-yadda), but I wanted to write a story where… well… this is more of an ‘exploration’ story, not one that tells the ‘journey’ of two people. ‘Hearts of Blood’ is a foray into the mindset of people that are just a little bit different (or maybe a hell of a lot different), and isn’t meant to be taken in any form of ‘this-is-a-story-I-must-learn-from’ kind of view.

One reason why I wrote this was because… I thought I had to read ‘Cold Mountain’ for English Studies, but the class I was in changed, and I ended up doing ‘Snow Falling on Cedars’ instead. Cold Mountain is another ‘exploration’ kind of tale – there is a journey, there is a kind of ‘reunion’, but it is more of a recounting kind of tale where the issues aren’t resolved in their entirety. And I wanted to write a story that was kind of like that but that I would enjoy far better than the novel version of Cold Mountain.

The second reason I wrote this was because… I was feeling depressed. (hears everybody falling to the ground saying ‘ACK!’) Well, not quite depressed, but just in a bit of a funk and this was my way of ‘taking it out’. No, I’m not airing the dirty laundry!

Third reason? Um… Because it’s fun? I had a third point, but I can’t quite remember it now… (readers fall to the floor again)

Anyway, I hope you all ‘enjoyed’ or at least got sucked in a bit by this little story, and if you really, really found something that I could FIX, or IMPROVE, than I’d appreciate it if you could drop me a line either by a review or PM or email. Preferably by review, because it means other people can say ‘wow, people have read this story!’ and then they’ll go clickety-click and I’ll have another reader!! Just kidding…

But it could happen!