Day 205 - Eon Story

Eon Story

Matthew Ryan Fischer

Nannos was the first to fall down. He collapsed at her feet, his flesh sizzled and burned, his body spent. The mirror was supposed to reflect the energy, but the energy had been too great. His hands were seared to its metal rim. They needed the mirror. Someone was going to have to tear it from his hands. No one welcomed that job.

Gai held the spear. It was a directional tool, meant to refocus and concentrate their power. Gai was distracted by the smell of the crispy mess that now lay at her feet.

The world was collapsing; the universe was tearing itself apart. The energy threatened to overwhelm them all. Their parents had created everything. It was their job to protect and maintain things. There had always been doubt – by their elders and within their own ranks. There was great questioning as to whether they could do even that much. Great questioning resulted in great fear. They were never quite sure of themselves in the way that children can never quite be sure they can do what their parents could. They had the power. They had the ability. They had been given the tools. The tools had been made to do the job. But as it turned out, the tools were never as important as those that wielded them.

They looked back and forth to one another. Their doubt was great. The questioning was great.

Eon had never been a leader. He had never been the courageous one. He certainly never wanted responsibility or power. He was happy to indulge in wine and pleasure. But the world was collapsing. The universe was ending all around him and none of his family or friends seemed to be able to do anything about that.

Nannos had been his best friend. Perhaps he would be again someday or somewhere else. Eon knew that time repeated itself and universes came and went, but he wasn’t ready to give up on this one yet. Eon ripped the mirror from his dying friend’s hands and reset it.

He took his own weapon, the inscribed wheel, and held it above. He said the words. He created the incantations. He looked into the mirror and opened up his soul.

No one had ever seen him as strong. He indulged. He was foolish and loud and made mistakes. He was well liked but not always respected. No one would have ever followed Eon into battle or anywhere else.

But he did understand the value and pleasure of his own existence. He wasn’t ready to give that up. He, above the others, didn’t have fear, but had resolve instead. He had desire. He had the will to want.

The world was made whole again. The universe trembled but then calmed itself. Time stretched out and the future existed again. The living had been unaware of the struggle and how close they came to nonexistence, but the cosmos knew. The cosmos knew and felt it and was thankful. Life had been given another chance and the man that caused it was the least likely of the children. Eon understood that all he had done was skip a break in the loop, but it was still a loop. Time would circle back around and the next time he might not be so powerful or lucky. But he had done his job, and that was all anyone could ask of him. He earned every right to enjoy himself and he planned on doing it. He would leave the worries to the next generation. Hopefully he wouldn’t be around when trouble came again.