Change your past. Alter the Future. Accept the present. There were always options. It was a risk of a gamble when you played against the house. A wicked dance that was as deadly as Russian roulette when you didn?t know the end result. Sometimes the change was good other times it wasn?t so good.
It all came down to a subtle altering, a change in pace in order to set everything straight. Time was never a straight line but crossed patterns and vivid threads. These moments would come that when you had the power to alter the present or twist the past then perhaps you?d take the chance and make a change. Jacinta if anything knew about the wish and desire to change things, to forget things, to move on and move forward.
Had she after all not once been the goddess of Chance? The Lady of Luck herself. Had not the Unwilling Queen of Clubs and destined holder of the throne of the Summer Court once been an Empress on an alternate plane of existence, and far in the past the sea faring woman known better as Lilia McGlory?
So many lines, so many threads that had been snipped and crossed and tied together and she found that now perhaps there was only one choice to remain in order to move forward.
The Fox red of mane was snipped and severed from her waist till it fell in tousled, wild rivulets to her shoulders. Along with those snipped threads followed through with the possession of a good luck token from her homelands wielded as a boon and an offering to the one that she approached the court of. Even though the High Court no longer belonged to the Heart of Faerie, Jacinta knew well of the power that the woman would possess.
A lift of hand to knock thrice on the door and she waited patiently. A white knuckled grip around that good luck token as the ocean blue eyes of the Fox of Faerie narrowed with a wicked determination and a strong will of spirit.
She ignored the guards when the door was opened, she knew the actions of her whims were disrespectful but desperation and need sometimes left the Summer girl to act recklessly.
?I need your help.?
The glamour had been dropped, the accent not one to plague her tongue and twist her words. The tattoos of ocean waves and air currents that licked along her left arm, flame and lava design at her right all exposed against the backdrop of glistening gold flesh. Jacinta when raw in the flesh of her true form was a breathtaking creature of fire and ice.
Yet even now as she stood before the Heart of Faerie she felt herself dropping to a knee in submission and fealty. Even Jacinta knew that the power of the High Court, the strength of Love in its unbridled force was something that even the Summer could not face and overtake.
Lashes low she watched as a hand gestured out from that moon and star drenched flesh with its gold filigree of lines of power that could alter and change the past, present and future. Such a subtle gesture that became a beckon for the future queen of the summer court to speak her mind.
Only the Heart would hear those words?
Hours seemed like a lifetime for the story to be wielded but in the end it all came down to an offering of luck, a token of forgiveness, a boon of change.
An era wielding a number that would hold more power and will then any of them all.
There time was running out, changing and shifting as the times had changed and altered.
The Time of XXI had begun.
It all came down to a subtle altering, a change in pace in order to set everything straight. Time was never a straight line but crossed patterns and vivid threads. These moments would come that when you had the power to alter the present or twist the past then perhaps you?d take the chance and make a change. Jacinta if anything knew about the wish and desire to change things, to forget things, to move on and move forward.
Had she after all not once been the goddess of Chance? The Lady of Luck herself. Had not the Unwilling Queen of Clubs and destined holder of the throne of the Summer Court once been an Empress on an alternate plane of existence, and far in the past the sea faring woman known better as Lilia McGlory?
So many lines, so many threads that had been snipped and crossed and tied together and she found that now perhaps there was only one choice to remain in order to move forward.
The Fox red of mane was snipped and severed from her waist till it fell in tousled, wild rivulets to her shoulders. Along with those snipped threads followed through with the possession of a good luck token from her homelands wielded as a boon and an offering to the one that she approached the court of. Even though the High Court no longer belonged to the Heart of Faerie, Jacinta knew well of the power that the woman would possess.
A lift of hand to knock thrice on the door and she waited patiently. A white knuckled grip around that good luck token as the ocean blue eyes of the Fox of Faerie narrowed with a wicked determination and a strong will of spirit.
She ignored the guards when the door was opened, she knew the actions of her whims were disrespectful but desperation and need sometimes left the Summer girl to act recklessly.
?I need your help.?
The glamour had been dropped, the accent not one to plague her tongue and twist her words. The tattoos of ocean waves and air currents that licked along her left arm, flame and lava design at her right all exposed against the backdrop of glistening gold flesh. Jacinta when raw in the flesh of her true form was a breathtaking creature of fire and ice.
Yet even now as she stood before the Heart of Faerie she felt herself dropping to a knee in submission and fealty. Even Jacinta knew that the power of the High Court, the strength of Love in its unbridled force was something that even the Summer could not face and overtake.
Lashes low she watched as a hand gestured out from that moon and star drenched flesh with its gold filigree of lines of power that could alter and change the past, present and future. Such a subtle gesture that became a beckon for the future queen of the summer court to speak her mind.
Only the Heart would hear those words?
Hours seemed like a lifetime for the story to be wielded but in the end it all came down to an offering of luck, a token of forgiveness, a boon of change.
An era wielding a number that would hold more power and will then any of them all.
There time was running out, changing and shifting as the times had changed and altered.
The Time of XXI had begun.