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.