??? - Hall of Blood
All things come to an end.
Our lives are but pawns.
A game played by gods.
All things come to an end.
This is the truth of things.
The question is, will ye prolong the suffering?
Keep it all from ending now?
Or will ye find the way forward, past this premature death?
All things have their time, but what is the true end? When is the prescribed end that which fate has set?
Will these angry gods be the ones to determine our fate?
Or shall it be us, the mortals?
Will we rest with our hands tied by gods?
Or will we break the bonds and clear a new path forward?
Revere stared at the table at which he sat. It was an ornate wooden dining set. The room was of black and reds everywhere. Even the sky through the window had a blood red hue.
"What say ye, Materia?" The silver haired man turned to the woman in a black dress and veil covering half her face. from her hood. "What is our future?"
"Milord, you know what I have told you."
"Aye, what you have already seen. Yes, the future set in stone that only you Vatians may see. If you could change it here and now, would you?"
"Yes. However, I see you doing that which my visions do say will come to pass."
"That is correct."
"You speak of changing the future, yet you have yet to heed my advice. Why do you continue down the set path?"
"...What is our future?"
"Milord..."
"Materia! What is our future!"
"...."
"There is nothing to change now, but when the time is right, all fate shall be changed forever."
"You are so certain of this? Milord?"
"Yes. It will come to pass. But I need you now, Lady Materia. I need you to tell me, what Is the current future?"
"...no different than as I have told you before."
"Aye...aye..." Revere sank back into the chair he was sitting at after he had risen before in his outburst. "It is still on course then. The winds still favor us."
The future is slowly changing...but it is yet to be obvious.





