Children of the Cosmos

He wanted them to laugh, to giggle. To run around like they always would. They were fond of sweet foods, lovely music, and fields unexplored. There was so much ahead of them that they never got to see. The places they never got to visit. The exotic recipes they never got to taste. Prince Folwin touched their skin. It was so cold. Whilst he was thankful to have spent so much time with them, there was nothing that could heal his heart from this kind of loss. The last of the young elves fell by his blade.

His tears turned to blood, as his body moved on her command.

The Time Core had become the perfect tree. It spawned roots that reflected the light with such vibrancy. There was a golden pool of colors, molecules swarming in the light. Such richness, such profound power…Xeneth could have watched it all day, captivated by that single moment. After all, she got to hold a divine relic.