Miko Slater
Legend of the Three
Legend
“Why are you afraid?” The Three asked in unison, looking down at their curled up creation.
The figure hesitated. “Because I can feel it. Time. It controls me. I am frightened by it.”
“Maybe,” said Ashnala, the biggest of the Three. She turned in a slow circle, looking all around her. “Time is slow but not everlasting. It will forever chase you and your kind. But will it ever catch you? It is the answer you must fear.”
Feeling braver, the figure stood and looked about. Where once was darkness he now saw light. He saw the tall mountains and the swelling seas; the canopy of trees above and the winding paths of the roads beneath.
He turned his back to his Creators.
“So,” said Enoch, his eyes burning with light. “What will you when the roots of trees dry and brittle? What will you when mountains crumble? What will you when the seas destroy what it nourishes most before it too joins its brothers? These things will end in time and time always ends in death. Will you die for your brothers?”
“Death?” The man turned once more to face the Three who had made him. “What is death?”
Tov reached a hand out to cradle his cheek. “Death is lifes breavity.” She lifted his chin to look into his eyes, showing him the universe. “One cannot Be without the other. They are one, as We are.”
He stood silent, blinking. Looking up at the Three he loved.
“What will you choose?” They ask. All unmoving. All unchanged. Eternal in their beings.
He turned, looking out to what lie ahead.
“Will you still love me if I go?” He asked softly, the beat of his heart pounded in his chest.
“No.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
They answer. Though he could not tell which was which.
“Why?”
He took a step forward.
Out into the light.
Out into the folds of time.
“Because of the choice you have made.”