*rattle*
*rattle*
A cracked formed in an egg, as the newborn was eager to be born and see the world for itself.
It was a primal instinct of the creature, but it didn't matter - It wishes to experience the essence of life.
However as it break free of the claustrophobic remains of the embryo - the thing was meet with the sight of hopelessness and the reality in itself.
It was a weak creature, it's parents also are weak.
They huddled together in fear of the chaotic clashes of the thalassic giants that wandered the earth,
Proudly exclaiming it's dominant nature and putting the feeble population Spawn of Evil in it's place-
To be buried under the sunlight and marsh as the rumbling of earth shook the hole that can only be grim and void of light.
'Why?'
The newborn for the first time gain a sentience thought, for some it conceivably to be a blessing, but perhaps in the rule of the jungle made it the curse instead.
The first feeling it had wasn't happiness if anything.
'Lament'
It was lamenting the existence of being born with the very concept of 'Weak' ingrained into it's DNA and soul.
'Evolve.'
And there it has enlightened the first desire and goal in it's life, to evolve and overcome this feeling of helplessness.
It began with the first hop, it bounces with freedom as it broke loose of the primal fear and leaving the nest that it had been born in.
With every inches of marsh it covered while traveling, it continued to diligently search for evolution and strength.
Because it is weak, it was ignored by all titanic lizards with scales that the newborn's height couldn't compare to a speck of it.
Occasionally, it would rest and hide from the smaller predator that either want to kill it for sport or because it was a foreign entity - the newborn did not have the fear of death, but it did not wish to end the travel here.
Upon years passes by, it saw a strange entity that appeared so suddenly like the breeze of the gale.
It look like the 'Color Of The Night' and it's appearance doesn't have any distinct claws or scales.
It was different and it seems to do thing differently - it just look at the Spawn of Evil.
At that time, it didn't understand the concept of communication, therefore it continued to travel as it did for the longest time.
But the strong existence just walk and kept following it.
'Why?'
The Spawn of Evil is at a loss to fathom the reason why the 'Color of Night' doesn't do anything.
Doesn't it have to eat?
Doesn't it have to show it's strength?
Why isn't it trying to evolve?
Despite those thoughts circling in it's ephemeral body,
It continued to follow it's instinct and travel in the field of snow and glacial terrain.
With a new presence that followed it's every trail and bouncing steps.
Every day and then, both would take a rest in a nearby cave or hole.
Picking off any edible moss or remnant of spoiled meat, the strong existence gave it all to the Spawn of Evil.
the weak creature learned to survive off eating and listening to the strong existence as it spoke to it.
it unable to fathom the language, but whenever the 'Color of Night' spoke - it sounded 'pleasing' to the Spawn of Evil.
Slowly, but surely. It became more dependant on the 'Color of Night'.
It stopped bouncing once in a while and had discovered the idea of riding the shoulder of the 'Color of Night'.
For as long it could 'think' and contain 'sentience', they went through it all.
The steep jungle with tall vines that extend to the heavens, that could eat any creature that dared to traverse inside it, the ancient ferns and millipedes are a sight to behold.
The desolate desert and heat of the flame in the sky that cook any creature to cloudy brown texture while mercilessly tored through the mother nature, the sandworms and thalassic scorpions that hunt endlessly.
The unique peaceful brown, orange and other sort of colored trees that falls down the ground unlike any other seasons, the soft texture of the leaf was comfortable to the Spawn of Evil.
For a while, it had forgotten the pursuit of evolution and it continued to travel on it's own whims.
Such concept was foreign and new to it, but nevertheless it wanted to embrace it. As the 'Color of Night' were giving it 'something' that it didn't know before.
Centuries passes by like it was a fleeting ephemeral by the change of view.
No, perhaps millennias has passes by, as both had travel endlessly with no destination on sight.
But, something has changed from before.
The Spawn of Evil couldn't understand it, but it was devastated by the new enlightenment - an evocation of the new emotion.
Despair.
Thoughts and conspiracy of doubts were growing that clashed and eating away the conciousness and sentience of it.
'Why do i exist?'
'Am i nothing more?'
'Where should i continue to walk?'
A weak creature could only be weak, that was the rule it had to obey.
the concept became frustration, ambition and only leaving a despair of loneliness.
It wanted to return to the nest, it wanted to hide until nothing was left.
Yes, it realized the truth of why it was the only one that had left the nest - centuries ago.
The Spawn of Evil was no different from it's ancestors.
All must have arrived at the same conclusion, it was their fate to ponder endlessly and turn to despair, no matter how long it takes.
It began with it's final hop, as it turn back for the first time as it had existed - however, the bones stopped rattled as it heard a familiar sound.
' Is that really okay? '
The Color of Night, it spoke but unlike the past. The weak creature could finally 'comprehend' the meaning of it.
It replied by bouncing toward the 'Color of Night', it doesn't know the method of strength, therefore it can only surrender to weakness.
' Being strong doesn't come naturally, the answer had always been those around you. '
The weak creature could only bounced around for a while, as a sign of confusion and lack of intelligence, despite having sentience. It was only a child in terms of wisdom.
' What you need is a 'purpose', and i'll give- no, that's not right. '
The 'Color of Night' paused his sentence for a moment, perhaps pondering upon the words that may enlightened the ignorant Spawn of Evil.
' You might not understand it now, perhaps after millennias upon millenias, you could understand the meaning of my words, '
' But do remember this, one day, '
' Someone who will adore you for what you are - will eventually appear in front of you. '
' For it to come, you are the one who will that 'purpose' and understand your true 'strength'. Keep going no matter what come your way.'
The weak creature listened to the entity it considers strong, which pondered upon those words.
While it didn't understand, the sounds had resonated with it deeply.
It had awakened a new emotion and gained a different enlightenment instead.
'Hope'
It had hope, even if it takes years upon years that someday-
What 'Color of Night' spoken about had to come true.
**
The ball of flame has risen on the horizon - for the Spawn of Evil that means it can continue to travel with its small body to a new place.
Though it didn't feel the presence of the Color of Night, the feeling of hope didn't disappear -
It would continue to bounce regardless if it's alone or not.
*RATTLE*
*CRACKLE*
in the blink of time. It felt a psychic warning of an imminent danger! A sense it had developed after traveling it's whole lifespan.
The source of it was from the beyond from the horizon, it was the colossal sized flaming ball of rock that was going down!
'Survive!'
The instinct of fearing death had kicked the bucket for the weak creature.
It had to survive to see 'purpose' someday, it believed and will remain loyal to hope, no matter the cost!
For it to exist, one must also continue to exist!