narration (15)

A person is reflecting on their relationship with someone who had been like a parent and friend to them. They have the ability to control this person's destiny and decide their fate. They choose to ensure that this person will not become what they despise and added some positive aspects to their life. They understand the value of a life and the impact it can have. It was the least I could do for the boy who'd pulled me from the cursed ground. He taught me to read. He taught me to dance. He'd been my parent, and only friend, for many years. I couldn't ensure that Nico would not become what he so profoundly despised. I closed my eyes, searching for his soul. I found it easily. I mentally grasped the silver thread, gently unraveling it in my hand. I had to be deliberate and specific when decreeing his destiny. Your death will be instant. You will never become Cullen. In a rare moment of inspiration, I added a few more things. You will know warmth again. You will die in the arms of someone who loves you. And you will know that things will be alright. When death takes you, it will be on swift wings I spun the silvery thread back up, weaving it carefully. Nico's life was so small in my hands, a fragile, perishable thing. His life, so quickly taken, yet so valuable. I knew the difference one life could make. The difference his life had made for me.