#skywriting

By Skyler10

Summary: Daisy has been told she's the harbinger of death so many times, and then she's the Destroyer of Worlds, but the prophecy has a flip side. Others think she's born to be the one who saves their worlds, the inhuman spared by each wave of killing, the protege who is destined for more.

Notes: For @ficwip Genuary prompt: solo character

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Once upon a time, it was supposed to be me out there, the Chosen One. 

What do you do when the prophecy lied? 

Every time I use my powers, my bones fracture. I panic and my mind races with all that could go wrong. Everything that went wrong. How I am wrong.

My body doesn't understand it’s meant to be a messiah. All it knows is survival. Fueled by messed-up brain chemistry and disorders. It knows pain and nightmares. It knows they were all wrong. 

I only destroy.

LA VIDA NUEVA

MI DIOS ES HAMBRE

MI DIOS ES NIEVE

MI DIOS ES PAMPA

MI DIOS ES NO

MI DIOS ES DESENGAÑO

MI DIOS ES CARROÑA

MI DIOS ES PARAÍSO

MI DIOS ES CHICANO

MI DIOS ES CÁNCER

MI DIOS ES VACÍO

MI DIOS ES HERIDA

MI DIOS ES GHETTO

MI DIOS ES DOLOR

MI DIOS ES MI AMOR DE DIOS

Suzanne Asbury-Oliver, today the country’s most active skywriter, says, “If you can’t hold a heading and an altitude, you won’t be able to skywrite.” She agrees that a big part of skywriting is counting. “I count off seconds just like a dancer would count off steps,” she says. “Timing is essential. Lose count, no matter what the distraction, and you can count on failing at skywriting.” Another challenge is that each letter in a skywritten message is best done at a slightly different altitude, like stepping down a staircase, so the skywriter doesn’t blow away the previous letter. Stephan Wilkinson: The Sky’s Their Canvas: The Lost Art of Skywriting