Soul Thief
The night was indeed peaceful on Earth. The Spring rains finally gave way to the stars that glittered in that black sky.
This was a time before the humans polluted the sky with their own light. The stars above seemed taken aback, decided to shine less and less in the following years.
But humans had existed for a few thousand years as Irene and Oberon walked through bushy plains in North America.
She held his hand tightly in her own, pointed at the stars Edol had created, and their names and how far they were from this planet Earth.
Oberon cared only for one star Edol had created, and she was walking beside him, and as she walked flowers sprouted in her footsteps. And as she touched him, vines grew up his arms and bloomed.
He knew all the stars in the universe, their locations and their names, but he told Irene he did not, so that she would go on and on with that sweet voice of hers.
He said, I always thought humans were peculiar, spending their time staring up at orbs of light that are certainly not as spectacular as they seem, but from here they are almost magical.
"Most things are magical," Irene said.
Oberon felt the only thing that was magical was the warmth of love for this Goddess inside his chest.
"Don't stare at me like that," Irene teased.
She leapt from her feet, danced through the air and lit these vast grasslands with tiny orbs of light like the ones in the sky. They were insects that flittered through the air, called to one-another with their own light, of all things.
Oberon was not fond of insects, but again, he knew these were almost magical.
And if Irene found anything magical, Oberon was sure to as well.
This was a time before the humans polluted the sky with their own light. The stars above seemed taken aback, decided to shine less and less in the following years.
But humans had existed for a few thousand years as Irene and Oberon walked through bushy plains in North America.
She held his hand tightly in her own, pointed at the stars Edol had created, and their names and how far they were from this planet Earth.
Oberon cared only for one star Edol had created, and she was walking beside him, and as she walked flowers sprouted in her footsteps. And as she touched him, vines grew up his arms and bloomed.
He knew all the stars in the universe, their locations and their names, but he told Irene he did not, so that she would go on and on with that sweet voice of hers.
He said, I always thought humans were peculiar, spending their time staring up at orbs of light that are certainly not as spectacular as they seem, but from here they are almost magical.
"Most things are magical," Irene said.
Oberon felt the only thing that was magical was the warmth of love for this Goddess inside his chest.
"Don't stare at me like that," Irene teased.
She leapt from her feet, danced through the air and lit these vast grasslands with tiny orbs of light like the ones in the sky. They were insects that flittered through the air, called to one-another with their own light, of all things.
Oberon was not fond of insects, but again, he knew these were almost magical.
And if Irene found anything magical, Oberon was sure to as well.