Just because you are soft does not mean you are not a force. Both honey and wildfire are the color gold.
- Victoria Erikson, Edge of Wonder: Notes on the Wildness of Being
Matthew Esco stood atop a hill, surveying his kingdom.
Well, it wasn't his kingdom yet, but it would be. Soon. Very soon. The sun was rising, painting the world in colors of indigo and violet. Beautiful. A flushed earth, so full of that liquid gold. That shine. It would make him richer than god. And it would help so many.
He was not here to bask in the new day, however. No, he was here to commit himself to a cause. This final act of his would secure his daughter's future, and all of her children, and their children after that. This shine. It was his legacy.
But to keep this find under his thumb, he had to do something horrible. Already other businessmen with big ideas were heading out here to claim this land as their own. Already, people were trying to chip away at what was his.
He refused to let that happen.
This last step was the hardest. It was so… final, and uncertain. Nothing more than an idea that he couldn't let go of. It was a risk, but it was worth taking.
His daughter would inherit it all. When she lived a life of luxury and security, untouchable and immovable, she would thank him for his sacrifice.
This was love, this burning. It was not as sweet as honey; rather, it was a wild thing. A tempest. A raging forest fire. It was hungry, and it demanded. For what would a father not do for his child?
The world was such a fickle thing, hard and merciless. He'd seen so many souls ground under the bootheel of Fate. So many promising lives changed in the blink of an eye. Unpredictable. Insecure. He didn't want that for his daughter. Didn't want her to be at the mercy of turbulent waters or the storms and winds that buffeted a person's days. No, he wanted her to have a safe harbor to call home, and the financial security to last generations. She would not be forgotten, overlooked, or overwhelmed. Not his daughter. He wouldn't allow it.
His mind flashed to his ex-wife, all those years ago. She'd left him, and their daughter Lila, with nothing but empty pockets and each other.
Matthew knew desperation. He knew fear.
It was his daughter's first, wracking cough when the winter chill hit. It was not having the money for a healer. It was not knowing if she would survive the cold months, to see the spring.
No. He wouldn't walk down that road. This moment was not about yesterday, but tomorrow. He refocused his mind on the present.
Lila. He loved her so much it hurt.
He would do anything for her.
Even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.
The well was open at his feet. Open, with all that shine pooling down low in it, glistening like a rainbow. Like a promise. He shivered.
Shine does that which is in its nature, directed by the wishes and thoughts of its user. The more a person gives it, the more it does. So, he would give it everything he had.
Absolutely everything.
This was his last love letter to his daughter.
Resolve filled him up, hard as stone and just as unyielding. It was time. No more delays. No more memories. Action was required.
The knife was sharp as he drew it over his wrists, being sure to cut all the way down both arms. The bite was cold. Agony filled him up inside. Blood ran from the wounds like lava. Hot and potent. Full of life.
He fixed his thoughts on all the shine under his feet, in what would soon be his territory. No, Lila's territory. He thought of how it belonged to him, and his daughter, and then her children after her. Then, brought his focus to what really mattered: How desperately he longed to protect this place. It would be a little haven, both part of, and away from everything else.
Sanctuary.
All the shine held in the belly of this land, all the wealth that could be made from it, untapped and waiting. It would always, eternally, be hers. No one could ever take it from her. This place would be protected and held.
For her.
Always.
Fate, he loved her.
Legacy was such an odd word, full of long, stretching vowels and even longer consonants. It filled his mouth up