Nothing More

I am my purpose, nothing more, nothing less. –unknown

 

There wasn’t anything left for Comet, it seemed. She was cast out, banished, never to return again to the place of her creation, the land where her sister even now likely stood in a daze.

Star trembled as she pictured her beloved sister, lost and so very far away and likely trembling with uncertainty.

“It was needed.” Her purpose spoke softly and gently, though the cruelty in the truth of her words was unintentional, it could not be avoided.

Star didn’t move, not even to blink.

The truth was cruel only if you could not accept it.

“She will have a chance now.”

Star still said nothing.

What was done was done.

And now all she had, all she’d ever had it seemed, was her duty.

Solaris said nothing more. Words were meaningless to one who had said them in her initial arguments anyway. Star had spoken for her sister and known what would be the price to pay in order for this to happen, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things. Of this fact Solaris was certain; Star would likely never be able to fully live ever again, so long as she was separate from her sister Comet.

It’s just that…

Solaris did not glance at her old friend, but she did lean towards her and rest a shoulder against the smaller woman’s shoulder.

Star often had trouble dealing with the aftermath of her decisions when they ended up affecting those she cared about in ways that weren’t easily shifted. It was likely that none of them would ever see Comet ever again and that was about as permanent as you could get for their kind. Even death wasn’t as permanent for their kind as being alive and completely out of reach.

“I will adjust, Your Majesty.”

Solaris sighed in resignation, “There is no need for formality, my friend.”

Star said nothing for a long moment before a light shiver ran down her spine. Solaris only noticed it because of how she was still leaning up against the smaller woman.

“Solaris,” the blonde whispered, “Right now, it is all I have.”

‘But you don’t, you still have the rest of us.’ Solaris didn’t speak those words, didn’t even broadcast them mentally. It was still too soon.

She wondered how long it would continue to be too soon.

What is Wealth?

Sometimes she found herself looking around at what they had to show for all the long centuries of their lives.

Nothing.

They had the clothing that they wore and the uniforms that came when they needed the battle-cloth to protect their skin. They had no shoes save when they were needed as well, but there was nothing else to their names. They had learned to read by watching through windows and around trees before they perfected their ability to fade from sight. They had learned their maths the same way. Eventually, in the more recent years, libraries had been opened across the width and breadth of the planet where anyone could enter and make use of things within. They were unable to take things out, lacking a proper home address to do so, but they were also able to find a place to fade from sight and spend the night.

They know things that have long been forgotten. Some things that they know were never known by enough to be noticed when they were forgotten and still other things they know simply because they were as curious as the rest of the world for knowledge. To them, knowledge is a kind of wealth that you can accumulate as much as you want as long as you are able to remember it all straight. There have been many throughout their lives that have said they are richer than Mayan kings of old or the Egyptian pharaohs at their greatest or even than the warlords who lay plunder to the world over.

But they have no friends, no family or purpose to their lives and that, more than anything else, is what makes them feel poor.

End of Service

Purpose…

What had her purpose been the last 50 years?

What had been her purpose for the hundreds of years before that?

Sometimes, it seemed like she really had no purpose anymore…

The last of the battles had been harder and yet easier at the same time. Everyone was tired of the fighting, of the death and of the inevitability of the losses that they would surely accumulate. Even in winning both sides would lose; too many had been lost to death and madness for it to be anything else. The only good part about winning this war would be that they would have more time to recuperate for the inevitable come back of their enemies.

They were always fighting, even after a thousand years of peace their enemy would return with a new face and new troops. The fighting would continue because as long as the light existed, so too would the dark. The only differences would be the faces of those fighting the Endless Battle and the scale on which they would be fighting.

“My Queen, her mind is too far gone to salvage.” a voice whispered over her head.

She disregarded it and continued to hum absently to herself as her fingers worked through the different parchment papers covered in wet paint. She continued to paint the different battles in splashes of color and the starbursts of light that conveyed the death of those she’d battled both alongside with and against.

“Is there nothing that can be done? Perhaps we should speak with the Lunar Healers?”

The healing aide shook his head, “I’m afraid that it would only delay the inevitable. There is nothing that can be done at this point.”

The Queen hummed sadly, “Star will not agree with you on that.”

“Star will need to be contacted as soon as she is within contacting range about what has happened. As Comet’s only living relative she will need to take responsibility for her sister. Whether or not she agrees with the prognosis there is nothing more that I nor my fellows can do, Your Majesty.”

The golden brown head bobbed in agreement, “I shall send the message myself. Comet fell in the defense of myself and my young heir and the both of them have been with me too long for me to not inform Star myself.”

Her purpose…

Her purpose was to protect…

…but protect who?


Written for this week’s Dungeon Prompt: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/02/06/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-6-purpose-and-the-art-of-holding-back/#more-5403

I wasn’t certain if I should write this prompt from personal life or from the lives of one of my characters. As you can see, I ended up going with a character.