Philip
“Victoria,” I called her as she ran, disappearing in the vast meadow. In our meadow, where we used to meet.
I ran as fast as I could, to catch another glimpse of her face, of her alluring eyes.
“Please don’t go away,” I called.
“Did she go away or you were the one to let her go? To send her away?” I heard a feminine voice and looked around me, but I was completely alone.
“I sent her away,” I muttered.
“Philip, it is time…” the bodiless voice whispered in the wind.
“Time for what?” I asked.
“Every being is gifted with their fate, their path to go and a sense, a light, to pursue. But you have been walking around aimlessly lately.”
“Who are you?” I asked looking around, but the voice sounded like it came from the wind itself.
Was that the Goddess? The Fates? Or
