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Sky - 01

21:49 Mar 23 2020
Times Read: 817


Sky Blue stepped from the kerb, in summer of '96 and into the middle of a junction, in 2018
Traffic squealed, as several drivers sought to avoid the man who had appeared, from nowhere.

He was used to this sort of thing and, they were not.

Cars crashed, horns blared and, from somewhere the sounds of police sirens appeared.

Sky Blue lifted himself to a standing pose, then looked around himself, with eyes that were a penetrating sky blue, that matched his given name.

All around him was chaos.

So, he did as he had done so many times, Sky ran.

He had run many times, since his creation. And still he ran, 'After all,' he reminded himself, 'all life is sacrosanct, including mine.'

He ran from the riotous intersection, into a side-street, where he rested his back against a red-brick wall and, he sighed a long sigh.

It was in the seconds afterward, he heard the sound that caught his attention, metal on brick, spark rising.

He heard it and saw it, as clear as if it were before him: a knife being run along the brick, as someone approached him.

Sky Blue stiffened, in anticipation and, yet he smiled already aware of the outcome of this meeting: “Don't do this,” he said simply and quietly.

The figure that approached did not stop, as he would have preferred. But, that did not surprise him. Since his rising, Sky had many like this one seek him out and, over all these years, he had survived and was still here.

And as the creature lunged, it's talons seeking his flesh, Sky sank into the shadows and prepared.
He disliked the next part of what had to follow. Yet, it was part of the path he had followed, since her birth and, Sky allowed a smile to flit across his lips.

“You are a child of the anti-mother. I recognise you.” It was a statement of fact, for the fellow dressed in grey had met many of her kind, since the birth of humanity.

The slim man dressed in grey sought no appreciation for his attentions to what was; yet, every now and then, he would wish, that someone might know what he did and perhaps, fight, as he did.

But, since then, way then when the brothers had fought, it had been he who had waited to be given the gift of Life like them. He had seen The Creator weep at his creation, then unleashed him, upon the world created, so as to remove The UnGodly, as had been written.

Sky turned to look at this adversary, who had the visage of a woman he had loved. That was no surprise and, Sky readied himself, for the inevitable attack. It happened, as expected.

That's when he lost 'his cool' and he thrust his fist forward, so that blood fountained outward.
Seconds later, he held a still beating heart in his hand and, Sky Blue smiled.

Then suddenly, he fell backward, into time... where another adversary would await him.


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Sky - 00

00:14 Mar 08 2020
Times Read: 850


The young man in a grey coat strode down the pathway, its ends billowing in the wind. He had walked the pathway a long time.

He walked forward, his feet leaving no footprints and, they had not since his creation. Sky knew that his existence had depended on The One.

His life for he lived, was at the dictate of the reality dictated by The One, who drove the path he travelled. And, the path was long and ever-lasting. It was always that way and, would be so and long as his creator allowed him Life.

Sky was content, with what he had been granted, content to be an Emissary, for the His will.
“After all,” he mused with a light grin, “each moment I live is an adventure.”

Sky was content with the Life that drove him forward,

When there was a threat to the the path provided, Sky might be requested, to redirect events and so, it had been since the dawn of man and his initial conflict between Cain and Abel.

Now, Sky walked his path trough the times and spaces, chosen for him, to rectify what The Creator sought . Such was his purpose. And he was aware of his function in the Life provided to him, by The Creator themselves. The was reason. For that this emissary took pride.

He was The Creators agent, driven to perform any task that was provided for him and, he relisshed every task given to him.

Even now, as he walked the path provided, Sky waited for change.

Because, there was always change and always would be.

Sky was an Emissary and was content; aware that his path through the Life given would be would that of an interloper, into situations requiring the need of one such as him.

Now he walked through the madness of humankind, determined to control the valley of death the poor species passed.

It was a simple existence he had been given, that of the trespasser; forever driven to satisfy the commands of His Creator, with a simple purpose – that of The Creator's Emissary.

He would intervene, when needed.

Sky's eyes of blue would brighten still, when the The Creator spoke and tell him where he would be needed and, even when...

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CHANDLER8174
CHANDLER8174
01:49 Mar 08 2020

beautiful








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