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What is Finality?
The End of a Lifetime? The fact or impression of being an irreversible ending?
Yes. That is what Finality is. Though Lyra begs to differ. Finality isn't an end, it's merely an end.
Every End has a new beginning, and Finality is merely a gate for new beginnings.
The Great One gave Lyra this gift as a reward for being a member of the 5 Stellas, the group closest to the Creator. "I like you lots little Lyre." The being with purple eyes smiled, patting her hair. "Here. Wouldnt it be amusing if you could see the future? Have fun with this gift ok?"
On the contrary, seeing the future got boring after 300 Eons. It was the same thing over and over again. New stories formed, fights among the Stars, Pantheons rising and falling, and new factions formed.
Lyra was getting bored.
Until one day, the day when she foresaw the fate of the Stars.
That day was a normal day for them. They were on a random planet they had obtained from winning a game of Guess That Tale, watching their current favorite new tale. "Thuban actually did well this time," Lyra murmured, tucking white hair behind their ear. "This is a funny story, hehehe."
She popped a ball of Exlir, a golden-colored sweet, into her mouth, humming as the taste flooded her senses. "I should go check it out more. Hmm, should I make an OC? What will I name them though?" A notepad appeared in her hand and she twirled around the pencil in her hand. "Something sweet and simple. Rin? Hmm no. Karin? Nah, pretty sure Virgo snatched that name for her current Story in the work."
"Lady Lyra."
"Huh?" she mumbled, not looking up from her notepad.
"Forgive me, but there's someone who wants to see you. . ."
"I'm a bit busy right now dearie. Tell them to meet me in um a few 30 Eons-"
"Is that how you greet your Mother hmm?"
At the voice that interrupted her, Lyra froze, looking up at deep purple eyes. The being leaned down and raised her head higher using its long sharp nails. "Hello, Vega."
She gulped. "Mother."
"Walk with me." the being ordered. releasing her and turning to walk away making Lyra place her notepad and pencil away and run after her. "Nice place you get here." The Great One started, eyes scanning the area with boredom evident on their face.
"T-Thank you." Lyra bowed her head, mind whirling with confusion. What were they doing here? How did they know she was here?!
Ok, that last question was a bit dumb, of course they would know where she was. Clearing her throat, she raised her head up. "Is there something you need Mother?"
The being didn't reply, merely continued to walk. "I'm bored." they finally revealed, stopping in their place. "All of you guys are boring now."
Lyra cocked her head to the side. "Virgo, Columba, and Musca are working on a new Story, and a star from Draconis just finished one."
"I've seen that little dragon's story. Boring." they yawned. "And those three are working on a new story? Also boring." Thy hummed, then a smirk grew on their face. "I have a great idea!"
I'm going to be involved in this aren't I Lyra thought bitterly as she smiled up at her Creator waiting for her to speak. "If no one creates a tale that makes me impressed for 900 Aeons plus, I'll destroy everyone in an instant."
. . . .What?
"What?!" Lyra gaped at them.
"You heard me."
"B-But-" Lyra stuttered out, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Why would you kill your children?! Surely there's a tale out there that you still enjoy right? And many tales are being made as we speak-"
"What's 88 Constellations." They brushed her off. "I can always make more. In fact, just for that, you have to do it."
She gulped. "W-what?"
They leaned down to her level, purple eyes staring at golden ones. "Vega." They began, tucking back her white hair with their claw. "If you don't give me a marvelous show, I will kill everyone and everything I have created, and it will all be your fault."
They smiled at her, fangs poking out of their mouth as they patted her cold cheek. "So get to work dearie! Byeee!."
When they left, Lyra stared at the spot with silence. Then she fell to her knees and placed her hands over her mouth. "Oh stars oh stars what do I do?" she mumbled, the threat of everyone dying hanging over her head.
"Lady Lyra?" a voice asked making her lift her gaze to stare up at Dysnomia's smile. "Is something wrong?"
Vega stared at her friend in silence, biting her lip in thought. "Yes," she replied, placing a huge smile on her face and leaping to her feet. "Everything is perfect in fact!"
Dysnomia cocked her head to the side. "Ok? May I ask what the Great One wanted?"
"Oh, something work-related." Vega waved her off, guiding the two of them back to her house. "Ne, can you get me some snacks to eat? I ran out of my sweets"
Dysnomia nodded and walked off, leaving Vega alone. The star sighed and rubbed her forehead. "How annoying. Sometimes I hate the Great One." She sighed again and collapsed on her chair. "Create a tale you'll enjoy for a long time huh? How annoying. How bitchy can one person get?" she grumbled, eyes flashing with unhidden annoyance.
With a hum, she waved her hand, and a gun materialized in her palm. Aiming it at her forehead, she closed her eyes. "Might as well." She pulled the trigger and with a loud BANG!, she collapsed.
When she reawakened, it was to see herself in a room with mirrors lining up in every possible direction. Up, down, left, and right, there was a mirror everywhere in sight. Sighing at the familiar sight of her true appearance, they walked towards the thread and scissors that were placed on the table. Picking up one end of the white thread, she hummed and allowed her power to flow through it. Whispers flooded her mind as her power and Finality's power intertwined together until she snapped er eyes open and released her power.
She was so fucked.
So incredibly fucked.
Every possible ending she could find resulted in everyone dying.
Make a good story? Death.
Don't make a good story? Death.
Die now? Death.
A groan escaped her lips. This was so annoying. Fuck the Great One to Tartarus.
Speaking of that, she needs to visit Kore soon. She had a new disciple, right? Lily something.
Alright. So no matter what she planned, death was going to be her outcome. That was definitely disheartening but at this point what else could she do?
Hmm. The Star Lyra Dies In Every Outcome. . . .but what if Vega for some reason didn't die?
Lyra could die, it was merely a title and a name. Vega was her soul, what if she kept her soul intact as she died?
A smile grew on her face. That could work.
"Keep your soul?" Centarus hummed over their teacup, magenta eyes staring at his friend. "Why would I do that?"
Vega crossed her hands over her chest. "I'm planning something big, something everyone in the stars will enjoy, but it will involve my "untimely" death."
"And you expect me to help you?" he raised his eyebrow, his other head scoffing as he read his book. "Your best bet was to go to Canopus. I'm sure she would love to hold your soul."
Vega rolled her eyes. "Her little snakes would eat my soul so no thank you." She poked one of her best friend's hands and gave him a smile when he finally focused all his eyes on her. "It doesn't have to be my soul per se, at least my memories. All of them."
He shut his book close and placed his cup down. The Centaur sighed, "What is it you are planning?"
"To be frank with you, a War is coming soon," she explained, shrugging with indifference. "At least, that was the best future I gazed upon with Finality."
"A War is the best you could see." He deadpanned.
"Would you rather a genocide?"
"A War might as well be a Genocide."
She nodded. "But this War is the safest possible outcome I could see." She sighed, closing her eyes. "There are many things that will happen soon. For one I have to go to prison, then I have to 'die' Doesn't that sound scary."
"Wait wait." Toliman, the right head, raised his hand to stop her from talking. "What do you mean by all this?"
The woman snapped her hand and a punch of paper landed on their table. "Here's the Script," she said, watching as Rigil Kentaurus, Rigil for short, the left head reached for the paper for the duo head to read. "the other three already have other own versions, so it's just you now. Anyways as I was saying, I have to die after losing a trial but don't worry, with you holding on to my soul, you can help shape my new life as Emily Lant, cool name right? And then you can place my soul into that world Thuban just proclaimed to the stars, Hirro will help with that. Then everything in the Script will fall in place."
Rigil raised his eyes to stare up at Vega's smile. "And why are we doing this?" he asked, annoyance coating his voice. "I don't feel quite comfortable not helping my friend die. Also." he pointed at a part of the paper he was reading. "What a dumb way to die as Emily."
"Hey! I think it's sentimental!" Vega snapped at him, huffing with annoyance. He merely raised an eyebrow at her as Toliman snatched a cookie. "Tch, you're both so annoying," she muttered.
"You're avoiding the question."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Tch. Fine!" She huffed, rolling her eyes. "It's mainly because the Great One handed me an assignment -"
"That will lead to your death." he finished for her.
She blinked. "How did you know?"
"Act 51. So within the chains holding them down, they hatched a plan. A plan that would take decades, centuries, and eons to finalize. But that was ok to them, for when the two stars face once again, they shall be the victor. It would be the grandest tale the Stars had ever seen. " he rolled his eyes. "You made Dysnomia sound so dramatic."
"She sounds fine to me."
"But here's what I don't get." He hummed. "The story you're telling me differs from what I am reading. The Script Vega seems to be hatching a plan within the prison, but you already know what plan you're making?"
Lyra smiled.
Centarus frowned.
"So she doesn't remember anything anymore." Carina hummed with a serene smile on her face, red eyes sparkling with amusement. "What an interesting show she's doing."
Toliman sighed. "How long till she goes to jail for 'copying' Thuban's tale."
"According to her script, a few weeks."
The Centaur sighed and placed the orb that held the memories of Lyra's plan in a safe place within the Memoria, locking it with his magic. "This is a stupid plan."
"You're such a worrywort Toliman." Canopus giggled, reaching out to hug him. "Have some faith in her alright?"
"How can you be so calm about this?" he questioned, looking down at her. "Oh I'm not," she replied with a laugh. "But I figured if I make too much of a fuss, nothing will change, so might as well go with the flow no?"
Rigil pursed his lips together. "The Stars Will Die. That's what she told me."
Canopus shrugged. "Oh well. At least we'll die with style no?