Skyra And Ridaline

She did not hate Countess Ridaline, they were not just enemies, it was not just a battle; when it is important one could give it these names, but when the importance transcended to unsurpassed levels, beyond the boundary of every comprehensible concept, calling it important becomes just an understatement. It acquires an enormous proportion to spread out and merge with the essence of every movement, act and sound; it becomes the very state of things, the true being of situations, the ultimate kaleidoscope of time. She was all set to suspend her senses, to destroy all her ego. All she had was the gift of the ostentatious end of time, a false stop, of which she had the power to set again in a new direction. She had one more chance; she was the needle in a compass and she could set any direction she liked. The only trouble being that there was less than a nanometre to inch through. They said that even time was not absolute, it had flaws like matter, she would find yet another crack. The game was not over, it appeared like it had just begun. A new phase, marked by Skyra’s rebirth.