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I’m unsure whether or not I am known anymore; and that makes me afraid. I know not if my life or my memory or my family even knows of me anymore.
Have we won a war? When do I get to return home? Those I am also unsure of.
I have helped to create a place and I cannot even watch burn; and the pain that comes with that fact is ever so devastating.
Does God know I am still up here? Would he care if He still did? I feel a sort of emotion I fear I was not made to feel. An emotion anyone of my prestige and breed should never feel, and I worry that if God was paying attention to me—forgotten, isolated me— that He would wrought his wrath upon me. So I will not tell Him, and I will run.
I will run, and I will watch the earth I helped to create burn.
But perhaps it needs not to burn, perhaps it needs another savior. A savior of such renowned and respected figures, such as myself, perhaps.
I turn to the young human like creature I have been trapped with since the beginning of my time here, and I inform him that I will be leaving. I ask him, for my sake, to watch over the moon and all the wishes that said moon receives—that I receive. He asked where I was going, and I tell him I’m going to run visit a child of mine. He understands I shall not return for some time, and he asks no more silly questions but one.
“How will I be able to find you, my lady?” He said, bowing to me.
My star prince has been gifted to me by the stars that admire me so; Him being a sort of squire to my knightly presence. The star prince has bright blonde hair, such golden hair resembling the large halo I adorn on myself, his bright blue suit being as deep and sorrowful as the skies he is apart of. His sparkling and star-like eyes were shimmering inquisitively upon me, and I almost felt a sort of sadness for having to part with my Princey.
“On earth I will be, and their is something there that will help you find me. In a box— such box that emits a noise not unlike the twinkling of the stars from which you came— and in within said box will be a paper. You’ll see that tattered bit of paper and on it—among the scribbles and insignificant words you’ll see the names of men whose names have decayed as well as their bones; and there you will see my name. And that will be all you need to find me, my little star prince.”
“ I’m afraid, my lady. I fear I cannot serve the moon as you do, I will not be the same person on the moon as you are.”
“I am not asking you to be like me. Nor am I asking you to serve it as I do. I am asking you to listen to the wishes of the women and men who wish to the moon, to the person upon the moon. They will send wishes of love, and they will send wishes of grief.” My words did not seem to comfort my little prince, but I shall continue on.
“I am merely asking you to listen to their woes of loveless grief, for that is what they will need from you, little prince.” I pat his head, and I turn to the earth.
“May I be the new savior to this earth, and may this ungrateful world reward me as such.” I said, though I was not speaking to anyone in particular but myself.
“I, the Centre Angel, will no longer dwell on this moon. I will save the earth from which I watch over and have watched over for all eternity, and I say boo. Boo for being here, boo for being stuck watching my child—earth, burn! I will save her, I will be her savior.” I boomed over the moon, a soft breeze would have sounded, but alas the moon could not muster any strength to say goodbye. The moon was not one for goodbyes, moon was also not one for breezes.
The little star prince shifted uncomfortably after he heard my words, these said words seemed to bring him unease. I paid no attention to such worries.
I took a breath of this crisp moon air, feeling the prince’s unease and excitement, I jumped; and I fell towards earth like the very creatures I strive to weed out. I fell, and I continued to fall the way they did.
I fell for earth; I fell for the people in it.