An end to fate (4)

'What is fate if not something both abstract and tangible? It is a heavy weight which suffocates, bearing down on one's shoulders like a mountain. And yet, sometimes it is liberating and as light as a feather. We yearn to escape its overbearing might, but are forced to accept the reality of our circumstance.'

An-Namrud had pondered this very thing countless times.

'Was fate, destiny, something real? If so, no matter how one struggled, the outcome was already determined. It was inevitable that whatever choice was made or whatever path tread, the end was certain.'

This was not something that An-Namrud was willing to accept. However, in the end, wasn't his fate already determined on that fateful day when his world had burned? And what was this now, if not fate? He had come full circle and in his arms, another one that he loved would slowly fade away.

"I will not accept it. I will not allow it! I will end this cursed fate, even if I must end everything."