My dearest, he had departed once again…
I had waited for him from Within for so long, yet time always stood still without him
I could hear the Imperfect calling out… Their cries becoming more and more desperate
I heard their innermost desires, their stories, and their pleas…
There was one… One that held a desire greater than all others…
A weak child, born within the midst of a most terrible storm…
I was drawn to this boy’s voice, as if to one of my closest children…
I had to be there for him…
I had to grant him the roaring strength he desired…
So that he would perhaps wield the hilt of all nations, and bring peace to his people…
© Sayer Teller
Sayer Teller 