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He walked slowly, noting each person’s face as he past, noting but never greeting. He stepped through the curtain and rose to the podium. There were more faces then he had wanted. So many in fact, he found it hard to distinguish them all. With a slow clearing of his throat he checked his watch, noting the time. With clasped hands he said a quick prayer then prepared his mind for the speech he was destined to make.

“People, my people. Young and old. So true in your resolve that you would come here today. To stand at my door and plead for life. So brave that you would stand at the corner of heaven and spit towards earth. My heart, long since beating goes out to you. There are those among you however, that would hate to live. To be given that first and last chance to stand among mortal people. Truly because you aren’t mortal. You’re as old as heaven itself but you’re as naive as a newborn.”

Below the man, this small man with his voice booming, preaching to a hopeful mob. A student stood, watching the man with eyes that weren’t of a color. To him, this boy. It was all familiar, he’d been a mortal. He’d lived before being a mortal. But it was all vague, all gray areas. “So desperate am I to stand among the ashes and bleed the world dry, how captivated I am by these peoples eyes.” The boy did know the story though. He knew how they made mortals, how they found all these hopefuls. It was amazing to him, that he had even came. Dumbfounded by the number of unborn that stood among him he smiled.

“My people with your heads held high, you won’t need to cry without life anymore. Today we send you home. We bring you to life.” The man bowed his head as the roar of people, these not living people screamed for more. As he turned he winked to the people, as his eye closed, so did all of theirs. Wind stirred beneath there feet.

The boy, his eyes didn’t close, he was bright with fear. “To live again is impossible. I can’t even remember my name or the faces I once knew. This can’t happen this will end in tragedy!” He was the only one still screaming. He tried desperately to push these people aside. In his attempts he realized that this was his last defiant act before living and would play no part in it. He stopped, knelt on the ground and held his head in his hands. “My clouded thoughts, rise and leave me. I need you nor love you not. Am I to be one of the fallen? To live for an eternity spinning in and out of these floors of heaven. I am no angel yet still I am no man.

The speaker felt great pain in the crowd. Turning, knowing this would not end well he picked out the boy. His long wispy hair, his colorless eyes. Lack of color from such age, but to be a boy still was impossible. He searched the heavens above and below for a reason. The boy, the student, looked up and met eyes with the man. He smiled once, then they were gone.


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