Instinct and intuition.

…and then she knew, instinctively, she had to go. There wasn’t any warning, but generations of wisdom and intuition had granted her the sight – the ability to see with tangibility what mere mortals could only feel. And so she knew she cannot stay any longer than was necessary. Her life and her very future were at stake. Within her bosoms, she carries with her a spark, a hope that could kindle the world for generations to come. But for the spark to survive and lay hold to a new combustion, to oxygenize the new reality, she must get away.

She knew that… but so does her enemy. They are the ones who prey upon those who dare to dream beyond the darkness. They who sap the very life force from those who carry the spark, who inherited the sight. They worship at the arcane throne of the Status Quo. Their myopia shuts them from the light beyond the dark. They cannot see beyond the throne of the ultimate evil.

And yet, it is often that evil does not see itself so. Evil sees itself righteous under the circumstances. Evil swings the moral bearings into extremities, turning into shades of grey when it suits them. Yet evil can never comprehend what triggers the desire for them who decides to depart. Evil thus wallows in its own deplorable mire in perpetuity. Eternally pondering, infinitely unable to neither grasp nor comprehend, failing to see beyond its own vanity and obsession.

She knew she had to go. She wisely and carefully bides her time in and with evil. Surviving in the mire, but never of the mire. She waits for the right time, the favourable opportunity. She knows it will come. She knows its exact time not, but understands its imminence. So she waits, patiently.

She knows she has to leave.