The Death of Destiny, Part Ii

...It was just after such a cry that she turned her sad face to him, said,”It’s not written that you’d come… What power lets you come within?” Enktantas just advanced slowly, a battered sword high on his belt, “A voice told me to come find you, where it came from, I cannot tell. “I don’t even know why I come here, no silence could I ever find, I hoped if I could track you down the madness would drain from my mind. “But tell me, goddess, why you cry? Why would a goddess feel so sad? I thought tears were for us mortals, whatever could make you feel bad?” The goddess blinked away her tears, and looked down on the mortal man, said, “I have cried since I was made, I'm Destiny, and by it damned. “You mortals were blessed with some choice, if just the illusion of it, but I am bound by this great scroll, and my feelings can’t defeat this. “What I read here is what must be, I say names and men go to death, even if I feel it is wrong the words still leap out with each breath. “So many babies innocent, beloved folks who deserved more, even fellow gods fated to die, while sparing those rightly deplored. “For all of time I’ve done this task, so have my daughters by my side,” she said,”But you were not written… it is you who must make me die!” Enktantas jolted in real shock, and stumbled about for his words, “I-I do not mean to hurt you, To kill a goddess? That’s just absurd!” But Ananke just shook her head, said,”I don’t think that is the case. To be here without it being told… To be excused by the strands of fate? “This has never happened before, maybe this is the first real choice, sent by a power beyond fate… I think that’s the goal of this ‘voice.’ “And even if it’s something else, at this point I no longer care, deaths of millions are on my soul, I’m in pain from that much despair. “So take that sword stained red with blood, and please strike me square on my breast, if I am wrong nothing changes, if right then I’ll finally have death.” Enktantas frowned and bit his lip, the mere thought to him seemed insane, But a goddess had commanded him, and so evident was her pain... He pulled the sword out from his belt, put the tip right over her heart, “Forgive me,”he said in advanced, then plunged forward with the sword, hard... CONCLUDES IN PART III.