The power was
intoxicating. I stared at that.. that thing, insolent enough to stare at me.
Its eyes screwed up in anger- leaking fury. I wondered a moment whether it was
aware of its imminent destruction. As the thought gestated another memory
assailed me. I grappled with it, fighting to maintain control, trying hard, so
hard to not let it materialize. It was her. She said once more in the ghostly
form that all people in memories have. With disjointed movements, voices
unnaturally loud and emotion- wave after wave.
She opened her mouth
and said to me, “Remember kindness, wisdom is yours to take.”
I cowered knowing I
would die and he would reign.
The air grew hot and
sparkled as he transformed. Now here and then gone. In his stead stood a slight
boy with tears of compassion with deep black-brown eyes with the pain of
another being, a being that lived within him.
His gaze turned to me
and said, “It you are free as you ought to be, forgive the one who trespassed upon
it.”
He flew off leaving me
to wonder what I had just seen.