RIP Story: October 12th, 2024
They grew up in a world fractured by a now vanquished evil, though the effects of that evil would shape their lives forever. The world had been torn apart years ago. Wherever people were when their planet was ripped apart from the inside, they remained to this day. Families geographically ripped apart trying to figure out a life in a world where the light that made everything possible had vanished.
The light had to be focused by tens of thousands of users. The mist of evil had been venting out of cracks from the ground after it was driven from the skies. The forests burned; the seas filled with white caps as the light users fought to get rid of evil. They knew when the moment came what they needed to do. Their powers, an outward force, were anchored to the user’s souls. To do what must be done, their powers would have to be completely expelled and pushed into the ground. They all knew at the same time; they did not hesitate.
Evil was pressed into the core of the planet. The soul drained bodies fell to the ground and the power of the event rebounded away from the core. The planet was ripped apart, evil was gone. The Light was gone.
Lives started anew on their own floating rocks. Life was slow. Nature took time to figure out how to live in this new world. One day, a flicker shown on one of the floating rocks. A young couple, too young to remember had fallen in love. The shine between them was uncontrollable, but it felt warm and comforting. They planned a life ceremony at night by this shine. When the time came to meet at the ceremony site, the shine grew into a flame. As they walked, the flame released small flares that travelled into the sky and away from their rock. The flares travelled to other towns on other rocks and floated in town squares across the pieces of the planet.
By the time they reached the ceremony space, the flares had grown into their own flames. The people could see this couple, unknown to most, but they all watched. A simple ceremony. Smiles, tears, and hope for the future was shared by all who watched.
The flames faded away, without fanfare. It’s energy gone. The young couple went home, hand in hand. The same warmth they’d felt when the flame first appeared, was now pressed between the palms of their hands.
Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow.
EPILOGUE: Never Ending Story played a part in this one. IYKYK. I remember we watched that movie in 6th grade. Parents and younger siblings were invited. When Artax was murdered by some evil writer, I cried, in class. Some little sister saw me crying, turned to her mom and said, “he’s crying mommy.” I don’t remember the response, but I remember the moment. I remember where I was sitting, I remember the layout of the desks to make the moment possible. See you tomorrow.
