Soul Thief
Humans had strange faces of all types and spoke strange languages of all types.
Irene held Oberon's hand tightly in her own, seemed to usher him along through the deserts of Earth.
The first human civilizations appeared in the deserts where the weather was mostly mild other than the stinging rays of the Sun.
Oberon was fond of the darkness, and likewise Irene was fond of the light.
In the light, Oberon noticed, Irene's red hair would glitter and float through the air. When in darkness, her hair would sink and turn dull.
She is a rose, thought Oberon.
Oberon later removed the ceiling of his dark domain.
"Why would you do that?" Ardora had asked.
I admire the light, Oberon replied.
But they both knew he instead rather admired Irene.
"Look at how beautiful they are," cooed Irene as she and Oberon watched dark-skinned humans bring water from the rivers back to their stone homes.
She leaned down and touched that water, blessed the crops that floated atop it.
They are fascinating if anything, said Oberon.
"They are just as intelligent as you or I," Irene mused. "They speak languages I'm still trying to learn, but they say the same things as we do. It's incredible."
Oberon had never found too many things on Earth incredible. Most things on Earth were tainted in some way by Edol, even the humans themselves.
But watching Irene's eyes illuminate with wonder at these humans brought a new admiration of them to Oberon.
Irene followed Oberon to one stone home that sat upon a hill.
I sense a soul, said Oberon softly to Irene.
"May I come with you?"
You may come with me wherever I go, my love, Oberon said. But this might upset you.
Irene held Oberon's hand tightly in her own, seemed to usher him along through the deserts of Earth.
The first human civilizations appeared in the deserts where the weather was mostly mild other than the stinging rays of the Sun.
Oberon was fond of the darkness, and likewise Irene was fond of the light.
In the light, Oberon noticed, Irene's red hair would glitter and float through the air. When in darkness, her hair would sink and turn dull.
She is a rose, thought Oberon.
Oberon later removed the ceiling of his dark domain.
"Why would you do that?" Ardora had asked.
I admire the light, Oberon replied.
But they both knew he instead rather admired Irene.
"Look at how beautiful they are," cooed Irene as she and Oberon watched dark-skinned humans bring water from the rivers back to their stone homes.
She leaned down and touched that water, blessed the crops that floated atop it.
They are fascinating if anything, said Oberon.
"They are just as intelligent as you or I," Irene mused. "They speak languages I'm still trying to learn, but they say the same things as we do. It's incredible."
Oberon had never found too many things on Earth incredible. Most things on Earth were tainted in some way by Edol, even the humans themselves.
But watching Irene's eyes illuminate with wonder at these humans brought a new admiration of them to Oberon.
Irene followed Oberon to one stone home that sat upon a hill.
I sense a soul, said Oberon softly to Irene.
"May I come with you?"
You may come with me wherever I go, my love, Oberon said. But this might upset you.