Once, he was a man, but that time is past. It means nothing to him.
His life and those he loved are dust at the foot of the Tree where he rested for a thousand centuries.
His memories like dust motes floating on the air before him, tantalize him, forever out of reach.
None of that matters. He has been called; Guardian and defender of the blissful, ignorant living.
His time is come and he must rise to meet the power of the Reckoning with bones and spirit where flesh would fail.
Stripped of desire, purified of love and hate, he will stand against the Destroyer with only his bones and his will.
He waits in the light of a killing moon for it to begin, wondering what it would be to feel again.
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3 comments:
This is my response to Sharon's challenging image.
oh my goodness! this is going to be an awesome enterprise! to see it all done is going to be both chilling and thought provoking
Wow. Dark and beautiful at the same time. Love that he was a man once, makes the whole thing more "real". Impressive world you're creating there!
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