There is a longing for the infatuation of teenage years, Of being able to look around the world and feel free, Of having friends come easier than enemies. Of being young and having time. Now that man has aged, Into a lone member of the workforce, No longer a moon-faced innocent child. Now a haggard and ragged face, Staring past the present into a future, He has worked away his whole life to possibly have. Yet, when he arrives there, He will be an ancient relic. Of the child, he used to be.
Slouched atop the bookshelf resting his fluffy head against much loved Rudyard Kipling's finest. He watched the day to day stories of King Anthony 'The child ruler of the world' and his beloved younger sister Anya.
Avoiding arguments downstairs in the dying segments of daylight, the boy's reassurance to Anya showcased rare moments of humanity not seen by Little Weissel's beaded eyes since occupied Holland. Amongst his stuffing was still memories of his first best friend, in which many a day was spent quietly hiding away, listening to the sound of boots roaming around the house.
King Anthony reached his hand out in full view of the aged bear's face and plucked him from his perch. As warm as the bear felt to him, he felt to this plush relic, whose eyes would dilate in the melt of such moment if only they could. From his arms passing down to her trembling ones; she was looking for solace in the wake of mother and father's quaking voices in the kitchen.
For Little Weissel it seemed like 'what was old is new again' and now after spells after neglect he was experiencing a second lease of life. As the war downstairs fizzled out into quiet evening, King Anthony and Anya were locked together, both tenants of sleep with Little Weissel just as lovingly clung to as the first moment he'd been clutched.
Maybe in the new harsh terrain, the scabby mass of the little bear could once again feel the need to be needed as any good plaything deserves to be.
(I give to him a relic given to me by my fellow mage Osiris.. The relic of the star tear.. This is your prayer.. Become the angel of the stars..)
After cutting through the endless darkness and seeing it bleed light I spoke my final prayer to the God or being higher than any star in the sky. I was on my knees as the demons and devils were closing in on my final shining glow. I was the last of our race. We were going into the darkness shining and glowing. But my prayer had been answered by an angel of the stars. This angel was a dragon that had wings of blue star light. He painted our sky blue again with his light and erased the darkness above. Our sun shined through once again burning away all that was wicked and evil. He then looked into my eyes and spoke through them. I could hear him speak to me through his eyes. " I give to you a relic given to me by my fellow mage Osiris.. The relic of the star tear.. This is your prayer.. Become the angel of the stars." His wings then shined so very bright as he lifted off into the sky leaving behind a cut of light in the sky. The relic he gave to me shined star blue and red. I noticed my sun blade and moon blade were glowing the same colors as the relic. I picked up my soul swords and sheathed both of them. I could feel everything around me now. Where I stood the grass begin to grow. Flowers followed then trees and forest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and felt the wastelands of our planet needing to be cleansed. There were then thousands of tornados of light that swept all of the lands followed by massive super hurricanes that covered the entire Planet. I was cleansing our world by simply thinking about it. I was at the center of it all. Our world is now reborn. And I must now give it away. I will be part of the stars now. I will dive into the cosmos as a light that will forever shine away all that is evil.