The Guardians of God’s Soul
Sometimes our loved ones must die before ourselves.
A bead of sweat rolls down Fintan’s wrinkled forehead, his eyes burn boldly like kerosene as he fiercely concentrates on transferring his power to his companion. Toivo lays on his side perplexed as the strange buzz ran through his veins, the magic channelled into his bloodstream. Fintan closes his eyes shut as he falls back in soul wrenching pain, his metamorphic strengths have now been depleted from his body. He grips tightly onto Toivo’s hand, motioning him to listen.
“Knowledge is limited to all we know and understand Toivo,” he whispers. “While imagination embraces the entire world and the truth that lies within.” Fintan’s voice is unusual, one of which sounds very old but very wise with his years.
Toivo looks down at Fintan, his brown hair hanging over his face as he squeezed onto his hand. His voice shakes, uncontrollably as he begins to speak what would be his final conversation to his dearest friend.
“But what if I fall Fintan? Your sacrifice would be for nothing!”
“But what if you fly Toivo?”
Toivo looks down, avoiding Fintan’s eyes. Fintan begins to cough, Toivo holding onto him in concern.
“It’s a dangerous thing when man plays with God. Treat it how you would treat fire,” Fintan croaks as his voice begins to soften, his loss of metamorphic powers weakening him to the lowest form before a traumatic ending to what would be a long lived life.
Fintan begins to shrink, shrivelling like an apple left in the sun. His veins pull at his bony neck, strangling him to his death. The glassy look on his eyes is the utter expression of warrior. Toivo shakily stands up, looking down at his companion. The wind harshly begins to swirl from the skies above, lifting up Fintan’s deceased body with it becoming a fine fluorescent powder as it is blown into the oceans protective care.
“Fintan is the spirit of our souls,” Toivo whispers to himself afraid if anyone was to hear him, a single tear falling down his dirt stained cheek. He clambers into the oak boat that has been resting on the sands grainy surface, allowing the magic to take its manipulative control. The waves take the boat from beneath the ground, sweeping it into the lost and dark unknown.
The ocean waves are demons, ferociously wailing at each other, the boat being propelled into the air as the waves bash together like drummers keeping with the beat. Toivo clings onto the boats oaky side for dear life, praying that he was strong enough. The boat kept following a translucent beam of light in the water, sparkling like highlights in the night sky. He was completely drenched, the salty water painfully stinging his blue eyes. Then he saw it. The Door to Our Lord’s Protectors.
A blue curtain hangs over the frame that is just floating in the water.
“Except it’s not a curtain Toivo,” Toivo says in Fintan’s distinct voice. “It’s only your brain denying the magic is real.”
Toivo takes a deep breath as the boat propels through the portal, into the depths of the what lies in the other world.
The boat completely disintegrates into thin air as Toivo blasts through the portal. The colours are swarming through the skyline, reds and oranges mixing like paint on an artist’s pallet. Toivo begins to transform, his legs expanding muscles flexing, with his arms following their lead. His neck bulges, a mane sprouting of a silky blue. A horn begins to slowly twist from his skull, becoming sharp and a twinkling silver. He stands with his hind legs on the rocky ground, ready to face the dragon that stood in front of him, the infamous Drake from Fintan’s stories.
“So Fintan really did speak of the truth!” a voice bellows from Drake’s demeaning tone, a wave of fire exploding in front of Toivo in a degrading scoff. “For he did find a mortal worthy of his power!”
He laughs evilly at Toivo who stands in rage at the dragon who dare mock his mentor. He begins to strike the ground with his hoof in utter anger, charging at at Drake, the unicorn horn now gleaming as he attacks him, Drake yelling in an anguished pain as he falls to the ground.
Toivo crushes at the dragon and he soars high into the sky, watching the portal wall collapse as the fantastical creature’s swarm into the mortal’s world. He watches proudly as the Griffins and Phoenix’s soar high and the Goblins run like mad men out from their entrapment. For he had proven his worth. His worth of his purpose.
Sometimes our loved one must die before our self for us to truly unlock our full potential.
For my english assignment this term, I just finished writing this for my draft ahah.