Part Four: Awake

I just wrote this today. I guess it's an end. probably not a fitting one but an end nonetheless.

Part Four: Awake

I walked through empty streets in the dream. I couldn’t remember where I was going. It had been so many 

years since I had step foot in this realm. Bloodstained walls and floors and skies reminded me of the battle that had driven me away. He was sitting in a square by a fountain. His robe was white again. His sword had disappeared. Music played in the distance.

“We meet again.”

He looked up. A sense of calm washed over both of us.

“We do indeed. How have you been?”

“Lost and yet with purpose. And you?”

“Waiting. Patience is a virtue.”

He had changed. He had lost his divine glow and for a reason I could not recall then, for the first time, I felt like we were equals.

“It’s because you’re a man now. You’ve seen the light in its true glory.”

“Shouldn’t I be left to find the answers myself?”

“You did son. That’s the only way I would have known.”

And I realised right then and there.  That it was all always a part of me.

“It wasn’t evil I saw on your sword that day.”

“Nay. Just difference of opinion.”

“And the others?”

“Sometimes more than just a part of you shall fight for a cause.”

 I sat beside him. And we looked at what remained of the city, for slowly, it fragmented into white nothingness.

“I guess I should go now.”

“It would be apt.”

As I got up to leave, so did the Warrior. We looked at one another. We embraced. And then I was alone.

I opened my eyes today, finally awake. My dream was over. Reality had set in. It was all a part of me. Everything and Nothing was a part of me. I was Everything. I was Nothing. And I smiled. For I too, had become A Warrior of the Light.

The End.