Once upon a time there was fire and water, earth and sky, life and death, light and dark, sun and stars. There was a legend as old as time that narrate about a horrific war between two creeds. Let the darkness fall eternally and consume the whole world to let one shine, or choose to walk among darkness to let the weak ones enjoy the warm and welcoming light.
There was no mercy. Too much was killed, too much blood was shed, too many tears were cried for the fallen ones... Betrayals occured and turned the tables of the war, changing a sure victory into a dangerous draw. The foolish rebel, wounded in his pride and body withdrew spitting words of curse and of return, while the hated and feared hero was left inside a rotten temple singing his pain to no one if not the stars.
Despite his kindness and immense strength, the betrayals scarred his name and heart, guiding him to a path of isolation. And he waited, slightly in fear of the day the enemy would show again with a new power, a new army. He waited together with saviors, isolated and long forgotten by the passing generations. They watched kingdom rise and fall, they watched horrors and wonders happen in front of their eyes, until the signs of the end raised once again.
The hero sighed at the news and with closed eyes, he raised his head towards his home.
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"Even the sky must learn to say goodbye to stars." he muttered observing how many lights there was that night. "But have no fear, for I'll see you on the other side of the stars."
Steps were heard behind the hero's back. And a voice spoke in the abandoned temple.
"Lord, she's waiting for you."
With one last glimpse over the thousands lights, the feared hero walked back inside with his steps resounding in those cherished halls.
