Ahote was the sun when the skies are clear and the worlds are alined perfectly.
His mind was as swift as the eagles he would oversee in the valley where he grew up, when he planned the future he went over it like the beasts of his childhood, he saw all and everything that could be and he relished in it.
Nothing was ever amiss, he was a child of the tribe, an important figure until he wasn’t.
Life wasn’t kind to the boy who witnessed all of human cruelty.
A survivor of the last men, he never forgot the killers or the ones that watched his land burn.
His eyes deepened with sorrows of a thousands lives taken by greed and wrath.
Not a memory wouldn’t haunt his days and steal his nights, not even in the comfort of home did he feel safe.
High orders were given to him for his astounding work, keys opening the most dangerous doors were his gift for everything he had gained and lost.
He could fly as high as any birds now, his fleets were not many but they were the strongest for centuries to last.
His doom came to him softly, he was never rewarded with the violence he witnessed, the one he freely gave away.
If you could, would you save them all before their times ?
If he risked it all then maybe he wouldn’t have to watch them all suffer now ?
Would you run ?
Or will your fire burn brighter than their torches ?
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