Ezekiel
He nodded and smiled. "Don't sweat it, it's not like our little pawns aren't doing our hard work anyways. Sometimes, it's good to relax and enjoy the finer things in life." He grabbed at nothing behind him, but as shadows danced around his fingertips, two cups and a beautiful ornate jug now laid where there was only thin air. He held them, then placed them in the middle of the two, pouring what looked like a strange dark liquid in both.
No. It wasn't quite a liquid, and it wasn't just black. If you looked carefully, you might notice it was anything but mere liquor! Bright, white dots danced while the dark drink swirled, shining bright, some rising to the surface, others fading into obscurity. It was as if you captured a piece of the sky and poured it in a glass. Liquid night.
"This world changed a lot since we first arrived. Now, it resembles our home-world." He raised a toast to his queen, and thankfully drank his share with a delighted sip. "Like many in this world, we were born far away from here. Very, very, very, far away... You probably know this already though."
He wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes, much like his expression, looked much more like his hollow self. It was almost fitting to call him a living corpse. He was not smiling.
"Up there, beyond the sky, there are other worlds... Other stars... Infinite like the grains of sand in a desert. Worlds of infinite possibilities. We gave a name to it all: The X Effect. A place where timelines, realities and fates cross, meet, birth and end. Where does the X Effect start? Where does it end? No one knows. There is much left to discover..."
A nostalgic, solemn grin slowly crawled to his face though. He never got to share this story with anyone before. Even if he did, he doubted anyone would pay much mind to it.
"It's a shame you never got to see it. Auroras tainted with thick magical energies, the oceans of flora, the nests of ancient elemental beasts, the singing of the dragons, the structures of our venerable palaces... opulent and imperial. There was no limit to the wonders of our world, nor could there be. That was our power. We only had to wish for something to exist, and thus it was. Creation was our gift, and we guarded it well. The sky, the stars, the world. It was all ours."
He smiled, remembering the beauty of his world. The people, the forests, the skies. They all felt so real to him, it was almost like they were still there.
That memory soon turned to pain. The smile fell, as if it had never been there in the first place. Time, wealth, love, glory. ALl of these things are rubbish. There is only one thing worth anything in this universe. Memory.
But after all these years, after so many vessels, even memory can become anything but a blessing.
A single tear fell from his eye. And he laid there, silent.
