Compared to the average child, I was entirely different. By the time I was five years old, my body and mind had already matured enough for me to pass as a twenty-year-old. Thankfully I had realized this very early on and so I decided to run away from home three years before, soon after my parents began panicking over my accelerated growth.

I didn’t want to end up as some lab rat for the people who wanted to discover why I was aging faster than everyone else. I also had a mission, one I had to accomplish after using my powers to see what awaited me down the road.

To my horror I witnessed everything burn around me. Someone named Odin would unite the entire world against him, and though he was but a single man the evil he would unleash was going to be enough to put an end to humanity.𝒪𝐯xt.𝗇t

I saw the Angels descend from the sky, their wings brilliant and their halos shining. No one would be safe once those majestic beings declared war on humankind.

From the very first time I got to see it I was determined to walk down a different path, one that would help me avoid being killed in the Angels’ crusade. Saving the world was out of the question so the only thing I could do was try and save the people I cared about.

The ability to see the future gave me an edge no one else had. In a short few years I was already one of the wealthiest people on the planet and with it came connections I didn’t particularly like.

I even got to meet Wolf Schneider, the man who would go on to become the villain named Odin. To my surprise he was an honest person who held not an ounce of evil in his heart. In fact, I found his wife much more frightening than him. The white hair, the red eyes, and the otherworldly beauty that overshadowed everything else. She looked just like the Angels from that fateful day, and seeing her in person reminded me of the first time I witnessed my own death.

After that meeting I made sure to keep myself informed about the state of the two, and using my power I was able to see the results of doing so.

I saw Wolf’s slow descent after his wife’s death, as well as his daughter’s illness and what he had to go through to ensure she would survive. The pieces began to gather and I soon learned the true reason behind the war, which was only possible thanks to the change in status and my climbing to the upper echelon of the world. As it turned out, not everything was just black and white as I had seen in my previous visions.

Human greed was the true cause behind the world’s end, but knowing the consequences wouldn’t discourage the elites from pursuing that which their heart desires.

Immortality was something very difficult to ignore. Even if I tried to bury it the truth would eventually come out. All paths led to the same end.

Knowing I would be incapable of stopping the world’s top from going after what they desired, I took everything I owned and began building a place where my people could hide.

The idea of a sanctuary wasn’t at all uncommon in the circles of the elites. Many were fascinated by the idea of the apocalypse and sought to create a place where they could hide when the time came. Unfortunately for them, unless they’re able to see it coming their preparations were always going to be lacking. I was the only one capable of truly cheating death.

I chose the location least likely to suffer from the Angels’ crusade and built my safe haven there. The people I chose to invite to it were a few relatives and friends, none of whom were particularly influential. I despised the idea of saving the greedy bunch who decided that living forever was more important than the rest of the world.

I tried to warn them, of course. Well, in the futures I saw, at least. One doesn’t need any special ability to be able to tell that they would never give up on what they desire.

Looking into the future wasn’t at all a pleasant experience, and it didn’t help that I only saw things that happened around me. The deaths I witnessed were always of people I was close with, and the weight of having to see them go again and again was too much for me to handle.

But if there is one thing that terrified me more than anything, it was my own end. While I’m looking into the future, the path sometimes just reaches a dead end beyond which only darkness resides. Through choosing and changing my own actions I was able to push it farther and farther away, but at one point nothing I did extended my life.

I soon understood that what I saw was my natural death. Using my Ability consumed my life as fuel, leading to me aging faster than usual. There was a limit I couldn’t go beyond, and once I reach it, my life would run out and I would leave this world.

Knowing that made the idea of immortality rather appealing. I was a human, after all. It was only natural that I would wish to live longer, especially after learning that I won’t live beyond my thirties. Not that thinking about it mattered anyway. The Angels would wipe the world clean, and the only way to survive beyond that is to hide deep underground where their sights wouldn’t reach.

Things would be peaceful for twenty years, and after that, another disaster would strike the world. This time surviving it was going to be much more challenging, but there was nothing I could do about it this time.

Maybe it would’ve been much better if I wasn’t born with the power to peek into the future. I never got to be a child and with the weight I carried I couldn’t bring myself to fall in love. If I were a normal human from the beginning, maybe I would’ve been happy, even if it meant dying at the young age of ten years old.

I’ve asked myself those questions many times before, and I’ve always wondered why I had to have this power if using it meant burning away my life.

I always knew the answer, of course. Seeing the future wasn’t my true ability. If it was only that, changing the events I saw in my would’ve been impossible.

I was able to see, interact and alter the Threads of Fate. Not just mine but that of people around me as well. I was nothing but a needle, one capable of weaving a tapestry, but without a hand guiding it, the path it follows couldn’t be changed.

Ramla Zadzisai had her limit. She couldn’t defeat the madness and her life would soon reach its end. But there was nothing to worry about. Just as she was nearing the end of her Thread, the True Weaver came along to pick up the needle and continue her work on the Tapestry of Fate.