(An utterly, utterly random piece but that's about all I can manage at the moment.)
So it begins, the end
of things I know, of these worlds so beautiful and full of secrets, a world I
fought to protect. We were all warriors, writers of portals to other lands who
would do anything to save our craft and perhaps that’s what brought the end
upon us. Things certainly can’t stay the same forever but we thought they could
and we fought hard.
This beach was sunny
once, yet the wind blows the trees angrily and the red waves ceaselessly crash
upon the crystal sands. This shore never knew the meaning of cold but I shiver
now, walking among memories of ink and binding, the laughter that we built. The
others have destroyed each other over meaningless differences and their worlds
reflect their fate.
Had a certain
executioner not fallen for soft blue eyes, my own world would also be a stormy
ruin. Alas, the executioner himself was executed for his mercy and I’ll never
forget that hint of a smile on his lips. Though my world is still intact, that
means nothing when I’m utterly alone, walking away from the destruction of my
people. Arrogance was our downfall; we wrote too much, thought we could create
more than was necessary and jealously carefully accompanied each step we took.
My world, a small
island where peace should reign, is more of a prison now but it is a prison I
accept. Despite the darkness in my heart, a pale light dwells there as well and
I know that while most worlds were destroyed, mine is not the only one left. All
books leading to my world are gone now and I shall ever be alone but I will
watch over the other world. Perhaps the new race will be less foolish than
ours; that’s all I can hope for.
So, aging slowly but
surely, I will sit every day by the pool that shows things unseen and watch the
last world grow up. I can change nothing they do, can’t give them wisdom as
they choose war or peace but I can protect them from the destruction my people
brought to all the other worlds. When at last the light within consumes me and
my eyes close for the last time, my lips shall whisper that last world’s name;
“Earth.”
