𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ☆
a twenty-six-year-old woman finds herself trapped in a body of a child whose fate lies in the hands of a deity she hated with all her life. she had been told t...
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Once there was a planet whose soil was not meant to use for growth, nor did they ever bring a matter to life. It was plain and eerie; its texture was as fine as sand in the desert, easily slipping through the palms of your hands like how it passes through a thin passage within an hourglass. Some may have found this quite a relief but those who wish to seize the moment in their hand may already curse the heavens for the lack of power to hold them for eternity.
It was a place destined to be forgotten and yet I go often find myself flying back to around its little world. Though I never land my plane down to its unhealthy soil, it brings me peace on how no life had ever stepped foot in this place I call my castle. But my eye caught a peculiar figure, and I almost had my breath ceased at the sight that caused me such disbelief.
A lone old man walked in a vast desert. He carries a tiny piece of gold and only then I realized he was mourning for that treasure he held in his arms. It was never my plan to descend from my plane, yet my curiosity cannot be cured unless I talked to him myself.
"How amusing," I called his attention to me. "Do golds really worth your tears for you to wept and mourn like it's your own child?"
The old man's face twisted into an angry yet sorrowful scowl. His tears forms into a clear crystal white. I daresay it was more valuable than what he cherishes in his arms.
"How dare you. Of course, it does! He is my pride! My joy!"
He then scurries away without hearing my reply. I wondered if I had set a different question, will he open his weeping heart for me to understand? I watched him alarmingly look around as if there are people intentionally observing him as much as I do. On one hand, he endearingly let the piece of gold closer to his heart and had his other dig onto the blazing desert sand. As soon as he thinks he dug up a reasonable pit, he buried his gold.
"Perhaps it is my fault." I heard his voice cry. "Had I known you were this precious, I would have traveled the galaxy and ought to find you a planet of miners where they can see your worth. This place was no good for you. An empty desert with no inhabitants will never suffice your needs. Forgive me, my child."
The next day, when I flew over to my deserted planet once again, I no longer saw the old man who would mourn and offer his crystal tears to his buried gold. But my eyes had caught someone once again. This time, it was a boy. No older than thirteen.
His hair was comparable to autumn leaves in late October residing on a particular planet I have been to. (It was one of my favorite places in the world as it shows four seasons) His eyes, however, glow in such red rust, devoid of any emotion. In his hand, he has a star, barely shining with any light. But he, in a monotonous tone, insisted it is one that shines in the darkest night during the coldest winter. He says it blooms like how flowers would during the peak of springtime, but he also explicitly tells me he saw it fall on one summer night. This boy is rather complicated, isn't he?
"Then what do you do with now?" I simply asked.
He stared at it for a few moments and blatantly replied, "I don't know."
My mind aimlessly wanders in circles. I wanted to give him a suggestion, but I fear that what I think it should receive, will be something that the star won't need, nor it will ever ask for. So, with hesitation lacing my throat, I told him,
"Why don't you bury it? The light barely shines. I am sure it won't last long before it shatters." I quickly convinced myself to reassure myself that what I think is best. "Yes, covering it with soil will help it rest and no longer be a burden for you."
The boy had his eyes on me. "I once buried it just as you said. It was a year ago. But it only came back to life. And I do not like your word. It's not a burden. Rather, it is something that helps me through my darkest times."
I disagreed and debated it over for me to convince him, yet he shook his head. He then told me to handle the star for he needed to find five seeds that were stolen from him. He never promised me that he will come back. I only know he entrusted this faint star to me.
Days passed, and I am convinced that he left for good and that he no longer deemed the star worthy for him to stay and retrieved it back from me. I could only hope he find those seeds he mentioned. But I cannot help but feel betrayed. I was looking forward to meeting him back and yet he disappears without notice.
I had my eyes staring at the star that was sitting on my palm. I wanted to laugh at myself because now, I am the one who doesn't know what to do with it. A little later after I got fed up looking at it, I toss it far enough across the desert. I did not care what will happen to it nor did I ever have a plan to look for it. It was not mine.
Somehow, that fact alone made my heart ache, and it does not take me long before I left the planet - the one that I once considered to be my castle - now completely forgotten and deserted as it should be.
