Destined to Fail: Part I

By

Accipiter G. Goshawk

Another old tale I’ve re-edited…after all, stories are meant to be shared, right?

Enjoy!

She’d met him for the first time when the Boss was setting things up. It was the most exciting time! Everything was beginning, there was so much to do, so many things to see. The sea and sky had separated; mountains had risen from the waters; the stars had twinkled into being and Earth had finally grown green. And now, they had to go down there and…live!

She could barely stop hopping up and down!

The Boss had called her into existence only yesterday, but she was so ready! The chance to meet so many different people and creatures; countless souls, just waiting to be touched. All different, all capable of love…

Then, he’d spoiled everything.

They’d been sitting in the waiting room, staring at the clean white doors that led to the doctor’s office. The medical man himself would be coming around soon to begin the process. She’d looked across the room for one second and there he was.

She’d immediately known that she was to be forever lost.

It wasn’t love at first sight: no such thing as sight existed in this place. Even the concept of her looking across the room was ridiculous, but the evidence was irrefutable. For a fraction of a second, her soul had touched his and because of this moment of distraction, they were tied until the end.

His smile made her feel faint and all of the sudden Earth seemed less interesting. And also, way, way scarier than it had a moment earlier.

He’d come to her immediately and had drawn her close in a sweet embrace that had made her soar higher than she’d ever flown before.

It had broken her heart. She’d kissed him softly, then had violently shoved him away.

“We are destined to fail, you and I,” she’d told him, coldly.

As the doctor had come in, he’d smiled.

“We shall see.”

*           *           *

The great temple was her home now.

She’d grown up an orphan; living in the street, stealing what she could from vendors and creeping around with a stomach bloated by hunger. She’d fled men of all kinds back then, deathly afraid of the look in their eyes.

Now, she had the power and those same men twisted around her little finger, like so many docile pets. The sacred sisterhood had changed her life and although she now had to service men and women every day, she grew stronger from it. Her lifestyle was, in and of itself, a sufficient reward for her occupation and to top it off, she had the luxury of choice.

Of course, it was too good to be true.

One day, after she’d dealt with four Devoted, she’d walked out into the courtyard (mostly for a breath of fresh air), but also to look and maybe select another lucky follower of Inanna for the last of the morning’s work.

There He was, leaning against the wall; listening to the music only he could hear. Their gazes crossed and it was over. She bedded him briefly after and against all the most sacred laws of the sisterhood, she bedded him again and again. She spent time with him and even dared to dream of having him for herself, forever.

It was not to be.

The high priestess soon caught wind of their blasphemy and barely two months after they’d met, they were both strung up on opposite sides of the great city, their lives slowly melting away under the hot sun. Soon the sun, the lack of water and the cold nights tore them away from their delicate bodies.

*           *           *

“I told you,” she’d whispered when they’d met up in the waiting room. He’d squeezed her hand gently and had smiled, quietly. Then, he’d lifted her into his arms and had jumped once more through the Door to Life.

*           *           *

She was born from the most venerable oak of the forest. She came to this life and grew on his great branch. During her first days, her sire had whispered to her the stories of the ages, and she’d listened.

Later she’d fallen and in the ground the life within her had quickened. Soon after, she’d sprouted, courageously searching once again for the warm sun.

Many of her brothers and sisters died in autumn, snatched up by the hungry boars and crunched by the many herds of wild deer. Others still, died in winter, when all nutrients fled the earth and only the Great Cold remained. She however, survived. Not for one, but for many years.

Centuries, even.

Within her long life, she saw many things and many creatures came by her grove. She took in the sun, the wind and the rain. She saw stags fighting in the heat of spring and many a wild sow with her litter. Birds came also: goshawks, ravens and eagles. She saw painted men, men wrapped in metal, men on horses and men in carts. Later, cars drove through her grove, giving her and endless selection of things to watch.

However, in her heart of hearts, she was unhappy. She had all an oak could want in the world. Nevertheless, in her sap and deep within her chlorophyll, she felt…wrong.

Something was missing.

The disease grew within her until, during the four-hundredth year since her birth, she was deemed too sick. So she was cut down, for the safety of the visitors’ center.

And even as she lay on her side dying, in a darkened forest now abandoned by humans, he found her.

This time he was a jay, but even though his claws barely scraped her tough bark, she felt the pleasure (and the pain) of his presence.

He stayed with her for days, as she slowly died. He never left her side and soon she felt his weight grow less. In the end, as she left, so did he, flying back into the world with a life still to live. There reunion was not entirely tragic, for he carried with him a promise for later: one of her acorns. He tucked it safely away in his warm nest and guarded jealously for the rest of his short life.

*           *           *

She paced the room nervously, waiting. She didn’t really know what for. The nurse looked at her quizzically.

“Are you all right ma’am?”

She looked back distractedly.

“Yes I’m fine. Just…waiting for a moment…”

The nurse got up and took her by the arms, a warm smile on her face and she began to lead her towards the Door.

“You had a rough life? That happens sometimes, dearie. Don’t you worry though, the next one will surely be better.”

“N-no…it wasn’t that bad! It’s just…I-”

Even as she walked through, she saw him coming through the other door, running towards her…-

The story concludes in Destined to Fail: Part II

3 thoughts on “Destined to Fail: Part I

  1. Wow. This was really, really good.

    Some strong images you used.

    For whatever reason, this line stuck to me: “We are destined to fail, you and I.”

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much for reading it and for the like! The story was actually born from that phrase; it was something I thought would make an intriguing basis to a love story. Doomed love is even sweeter if it includes a happy ending.

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