Fears that follow

It has come to past. The page has finally turned and the end has been reached.

That which was to be a happy ending has all come to naught; this is another series in a collection of short stories.

A year mixed with sorrow, joy and pain has been closed.

Oh how the yearning for the tale that does not end, 'twas one that had beauty, life, the embodiment of what was love.

Now, faced with the chasm of darkness, into the abode of despair, would this be the path to take?

Standing in the garden with twists and turns, the light has once more retreated into the bushes.

When will it be coaxed out, spreading all with it's warmth? Can it once again be coaxed out, as Amaterasu once was? Or will it all fade, only to have an early Ragnarok?

Maybe it's time, time that the Norns, the Moiraie lift their hands from this.

The cross roads beckon.