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A Discussion with Dame Fortune
By Little Miss Aki
Thursday, October 19, 2006

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As a person I consider myself at least capable of coping with almost any challenge. I am only mortal, and an imperfect mortal at that. As a target for much senseless derision from my fellow mortals, I choose what some people would call a life of mediocrity. Will I write anything worth reading? I cannot say. Will I do anything worth writing? Most likely not. I am not an adventurer, I am not a philosopher, I am not a theologian, I am not destined for greatness. Dame Fortune and I are well acquainted, I consider her a friend, she considers me a living doll worth playing with. She claims that "destiny" is a non-existant entity, she explained it to me once. There is simply two things that stand firm while a variety of variables, some potent, some weak, strike them from all sides. There is a Persons Will and there is a Persons Ability.

You are born with the ability to do anything. If you were to live all of your life as strong and as great as you possibly could, you wouldn't brush the hidden abilities within yourself. People dream of things, of flying with the birds with arms outstretched. Of walking and dancing amidst the clouds. Of Castles and Kings who built their kingdom on the sky or in the depth of the sea. People dream of warriors who wield weapons so sharp that they can bring the wind to bleed. People walk the mazes and corridors of their abilities, sampling all in sleep, but unable to wield them in wakefulness.

Are you saying I can Fly? Said I to Dame, and she smiled at me the cool, calm and collected grin of her being.

I've wondered ever since if jumping off a really tall building might help awaken my awareness of such power. Lady Fortune smiles at me, glancing every now and again at the wheel men blame for their bad and good fortune. It is spun upon God's command when the battle or challenge is too much for a man. It is spun to leave it to no will what the outcome is. Even so, the Variable of Fortunes Wheel can be shattered against the pillars of a persons will and ability.

Dame Fortune let me see my two pillars once, I saw that my will was massively shorter than the other.

You have such potential and no want to use it. Said She, but I merely shook my head. Fortune whispered something in reference to how they used to be even in height but then the World, the People of the World, and my own Griefs chiseled away at it until all that remained was this shortened pillar, tall enough to be a barstool.

When I touched the pillar of my ability, and that of my will to meet my ability, I found them both of wood and water. The wood core of it cast the reflection through the water that made it seem solid. The water flowed in contempt of gravity, flowing upwards and pooling at the top of the pillar, eternally flowing.

You understand now that you can strengthen yourself again by overcoming yourself. The water flows against nature, as you must to gain what is already given you. The wood will grow back as swiftly as the water flows.

As we walked beyond my pillars I saw two that stood regally tall, reaching upwards into the heavens like the Lighthouse of Alexandria or the Tower of Babble.
The water that flowed was now iced over in death, and tinted red with blood.

Alexander, supposed King of Kings, Conqueror of Peoples. He utilized his ability, he possessed a strong-enough will...but these waters will not run for all the blood that he spilt by their name. So they stilled, and froze...and now, they are a monument.

Learning of this I glanced back to where her wheel was decorated with curtains of spiders-silk and plated with the ash and dust of Atropos' burned threads, freshly cut.

You wish to spin it, to count on no prayer to give you good fortune or bad... said the Lady but I shook my head.

I will not see my life decided by chance. When we passed by my pillars again, the Pillar of Will had grown to my heads height.

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