AN UNIMPORTANT STORY OF A GODDESS
What do I write?
I am a goddess, and yet I always doubt.
Whenever I sit at my desk, pen in hand, and ponder the words she will read.
It is not because I worry I will hurt her. She has flown my nest already and found a new family.
She’s moving forward. I don’t want to feel like I’m pulling her back.
She says she hasn’t changed. She says she hasn’t been able to move on, but she has.
Because she has stood up once more. That, too, is a part of moving on.
She is already moving forward to a brighter future.
It’s only because she’s looking backward so much that she doesn’t realize.
I have read every letter she sent. Even an eternal being like me can see how her hand has changed. The thoughts and feelings she expresses have become more caring, and even the shape of her penmanship has become gentler.
She will be okay. I know she will. And even though I am a goddess, I shall pray for her. Pray that her ashen wings will one day be reborn.
…I chuckle at myself. All these thoughts racing through my mind, and I cannot put a single one to paper.
I will have to simply say what I feel. Hold on to your worries, your fears, and your regrets. Never let go. Journey alongside them and, at the end of it all, tell me what you have learned.
The words fresh in my mind, I put pen to white paper, and then…
“Excuse me, is this a bad time?”
There is a polite knock at my door. I turn to face it.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“I have…two reports, my lady. The first is, well…I’m sorry, but the weapon still isn’t complete. If only I had even a fragment of a holy tree branch, I could make it work, but…”
The girl is as inarticulate as always, but that has never bothered me. Besides, I suspected all along the task I gave her was an impossible one.
She is another girl on a journey mired by doubt.
“And what is the other?” I ask with a smile.
All I hear is silence.
She wonders if she should say it. Is that hesitancy?
Or…could this be annoyance?
Just as I am wondering that, she speaks.
“Someone came to see you today,” she says. “…An elf.”
My eyes widen slowly.
At first, all I feel is shock, which gradually gives way to happiness.
“I don’t know how she dares show her face…Should I send her away?”
Hearing that, my doubts are lifted—she is annoyed. I smile with amusement and rise from my seat.
“No, I shall meet her,” I say. “Get everything ready, Cecille.”
I take one last look at the empty letter on my desk. I suppose I shan’t be needing it after all.
Very soon now, I shall hear her answer for myself.
And when I see her sky-blue eyes again, I will be able to tell her exactly how I feel.
I wonder if the girl standing at my door notices my smile. She gives a reluctant nod.
“As you wish, Lady Astrea.”
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