Seeing the eye

It was in the in the seventh sign of the zodiac when my existence under the creed was made.

The unification of a heart of an angel, a mind of a devil, and an enlightened soul, weaved together in a vessel that was intended for discovery, was the whole process of how my existence came to be.

The creator did not give me any instruction as I was sent here in this unknown realm.

After traversing the domain of the creator to this land called Earth, my consciousness totally lost it; I cannot remember what I was here for. Without knowing my mission, every fiber of being is completely useless.

Nobody dared to find me. Nobody went back and let me remember all the things I have forgotten. My creator seemed to sleep as I was abandoned.

Slowly crossing the plains and mountains of this land called Earth, I have met some fellow wanderers whom I have shared my forlorn hope. Pacts and vows were made, trust and love was the bond. The drops of blood connected us even more.

However, everyone in this game called Life was fleeting. Seeing my comrades go away, I was deserted gradually by those whom I was compelled to. Nobody dared to stay with me despite of the promises they held.

All by myself, I had to travel this world, learning on my own.

Time went by silently as I had everything I wanted materially, though there was still that

something I was looking for but I do not know how to name it. Perhaps it was part of my quest to find it.

The cherubic façade I was born with was gradually wiped off and was replaced by a boisterous semblance, the fact that I was left to two satanic aunts and a nitwit servant; I was on the fires of the underworld.

The growing isolation consumed me. My heart was torn, and my mind was in frenzy. But my wise soul in this weary body continued to fight in the fiery chasm.

Learning of my battle, the creator casted a spell that aided me on my struggle during those times.

The newfound beliefs from that enchantment awoken my heart, and my heart started its confusing beats. Thus, those beliefs drove me to my new advocacies in life, but with it came a new set of heartaches, heartbreaks, and sufferings.

Nonetheless, though I was not able to defeat the foes I was matched with, the creator was pleased as to how I was able to fight. My character was able to enter another level of this game.

Now an avatar being on the play for a level in Life which I do not know what to call, as I have leveled up into the character that I am now, I have partly realized my mission, a destiny that was set only for me.

Should I fulfill my duty, I would have to sacrifice love for it to happen. Isolating my heart from others would be the best way to escape this reality.

It would be a lie if I would say that I have never complained to my creator, starting from the fate he has chosen for me to the very moment of letting my character decide on certain options now.

But my future was already determined. Condemning it would do no good. I have to face agony and prevail. This would be the training I have to undergo in order to accomplish my mission.

An ordinary girl with extraordinary abilities and obligations, a fighter, a lover – whose heart is frozen, a singer, a songwriter, and the heiress to the missing throne, I am called the Eye. I am called Marie Ernileth.

Should this be the ultimate form of my existence or should I still evolve and be a better character – I do not know. My destination was already set; it would be the manner of my journey there that would be decided by the dice.

I can feel tension in the air. Perhaps another battle was brewing? Nevertheless, I would ask my creator to help me in finding my knight as another adventure unfolds.