The Worlds at His Knees

The Worlds at His Knees

She spats, and spins. Her lakes, rivers, oceans and other tributaries overflow. Her ground upheavals and hoes. Her mountains crackle and crumble.
They roar in defeat, as her skies of fluffy whites vanish, into the depths of the cold tyrant of tyrant Moon’s glory, and shall not return, until his majesty’s wishes fulfilled.

He growls, and groans, “Let my requests be known, Fair Earth. My departure is near, and I am not leaving, until my time is through. People of earth will see a new light.”

Her waters rage soaking him with delight, “This is only the beginning. You shall be warned. My oceans are angered by your selfish choice. They have depended upon the moon for years, and are furious.”
He burns, his color deepening to a fiery red. “They will tidy over.” He breathes heavily, knocking her slightly out of orbit.


The planet closest gently pushes her back. He grumbles, “Find the boy who has the world at his knees. He will show the moon who is boss.”



On Earth’s neighboring planet Neighbar, a boy bows before his king. His blue eyes follow the king’s voice, and commands. A cloak with colors of the sun and moon adorn his upper body. His lower body is covered in earth tones. He represents the earth, and her man beauties.
His temperament is peaceful and tranquil when all is flowing well, but can become hot when threatened by praetors.



He soaks up energy from the lulling riverbed, and the core of the nearest ocean. He plants himself in the gardens, becoming nourished by their roots. His head tilts upward toward the sun, waiting for her to bring him light. His sky blue eyes close, and reopen changing their hue. His hands planted deep within the earth linger to the surface. He slithers his body towards a grassy area looming with sunlight. He feels himself sinking into the dirt, and grasps onto a lonely flower, for the duration of his journey to root level.



His eyes cloud and icy pieces begin to slide from his cheekbones to the gorgeous greens below.
It pierces through the grass, numbing her, “Stop that”, she complains. “This does not belong here. Go to the wintry cave, and shower your pains.”
He wipes at them, with his leafy soft hands, and stands tall, “Sorry. I must go find out who is calling upon me.”

A feathery fellow with large beak swoops down to the ground, “The king has summoned you, Master Justin”.

Justin coughs, “It is cold upon this terrain. I see the Ice boy below. We must be beyond the summery lands, closer to the shadow lands that even the boy of ice dare not lurk. The areas where the moon has power and thy fair sun must surrender. I guess she can not have all the glory.”

His fingers dig into the ground, after arriving. His body searches for answer are within the ground’s surfaces. Thoughts run through him rapidly like a raging river after a gigantic rainfall. His head pounds and his blue eyes dim to a purplish blue color, as he slide down the chilly slide, passing large polar bears, before crossing into the Tiger’s pride lands. The ground below burns his tired feet.
He bows, “Good morning Sir. I have come at the king’s request. Please let me pass to see him.”
The tough tiger shakes his head, and glares at him, “The king is not in the mood today. Return to where you came from.” He stomps his feet, and growls, but the boy does not budge.
He sinks his body firmly into the dirt, and submerges into the shadowy depths of the earth. He smiles, and asks the land the power to conquer this tiger.

He returns to the surface, hidden within the flowerbeds, and lets out a hissing sound.
The tiger turns around frightend, as the boy summons the flowers to capture him with their roots. He slithers forward unnoticed, and unharmed. He burrows deep into the ground for protection from the creatures above. He is friends with all the animals of the earth, and likes to mimic their actions.
He pushes upward, coming to a hard spot, and claws his way toward an exit, where water stands. The water soothes him, and cleans his dirty cape. He soaks up the liquid, sensing the king is not far from where he sits.
His bones tremble danger is near. He vanishes behind a large tree, finding the courage to climb it. He manages to move from one tree to the next, watching the tigers from below. They are not high and mighty from where he sits nestled in the trees warmth. They are toy like. He softly laughs, and shakes the branches. He reaches deep within the trees pulling at the large plump red fruit. He loosens its roots, causing it to fall on the monsters below.
The fruit splatters on the ground covering them. They look up, but the boy is hidden well. He smiles.
The tigers grumble and groan, “Where did he go? He just vanished into the grounds. This is just not possible.”
One of the wiser tigers slightly grins, “This is no ordinary boy. He is a science project gone seriously wrong. His father was a scientist. He was constantly mixing elements together. His idea was to create a strong boy who could save the world with his wit and strength. Instead, he foolishly implanted plant enzymes into him. The results were alarming, and this boy was considered a freak. His father kept him from the king, and everyone else. The intelligent boy proved to be an assist to the king, and his inhibitors. He could capture without being noticed, and has saved our plant many times. He is unstoppable, if this is our boy.”

He slips past them, finding his way to the king’s quarters. He stands before the king, soaking his roots into the water underneath him. He gathers valuable information. The king’s message intrigues him. He looks upward sensing his presences. He bows before him.
“You already know what I would like you to take on. Your journey will not be easy, but I faith in what you can do. The people of earth will be grateful for your help, and sacrifices.”
He nods anxiously, “I hate being trimmed”. He runs his fingers through his green layers not sure of his last trimming. He counts them in his head, knowing too many layers can over heat him. Having not enough layers is equally, as dangerous. There has to be a balance. He pulls at the outer layer. It is no longer soft, and needs to be removed.
“Your father will give you a quick trim, and adjust anything that needs to be fixed. You will be on your way.”
“Will I need to be trimmed, before returning home?”
“You shall be fine, once you are trimmed, and the dead areas are gone. You only need to be trimmed prior to long getaways.”

In the laboratory, he sinks into the soil. His father injects a liquid into him, causing parts of him to shut down. He trims from the head down. The trimming gets harder, as he goes toward the lower parts of the body. An icy cold feeling runs through him, after another injection.
This injection will keep him stable, and preserve his leafy areas. He laughs, “That tickles”, as his father rearranges his root like structure.
His father gently pats his leg, “I’ll make it go away, Justin”.
A tingly sensation runs through his roots. It no longer tickles. He is temporarily unable to move. His structure relaxes, for the final trimmings.
His lower leaves droop, as the tingling spreads upward through his anatomy. Warmth surrounds him. His eyes close. He knows he is in good hands, as he drifts to sleep. As Heating, he begins to shed leaves. Older ones fall, making room for the newer ones to grow. A creamy jell is spread over them to keep them from growing too much.

He has a soft coating of leaves underneath the top layer, enough to keep him warm on his journey. Justin sniffs them, before getting into the large pod.
His father laughs, “How much sniffing do you need to do?”
Justin shrugs his shoulders, “I like the smell, better than this pod.”
He runs his hands along his clipped face. He notices his roots are stronger than before.
“You have a safe trip, son. I will see you when you return.”

He plans to trick the moon with his new abilities. The trimmings allowed him to rest, and he is ready for what the moon may throw at him.

Mother Earth whispers to Justin, “Thank you for coming”.
Justin looks outside of his pod window. He nods his head, as his body shakes. Rocky objects hit his pod. He lowers himself into a safe passageway. He can still see Earth, without being in danger from the threatening falling boulders. He glances through tiny holes at planet. He reaches through the hole grasping a piece of earth, to learn about it.

He examines the object, dazzled by its texture, and colors. He learns it is a rock, and that earth has many rocks. He runs his fingers along the smooth cool surface, and thinks of the moon. He puts the rock beside him, and shifts his pod toward earth, “Two izles away”, he mumbles. Izles are a form of time to him. They equal minutes.

Justin speaks several languages, though he is accustomed to Neighbar’s. Mother Earth is pleased he will try to speak in her tongue. He listens to her pleas, and recites a prayer, in his planet’s language.
He wipes away the sweat. Earth is much hotter than Neighbar, due to the position of the sun. It should be warming the earth. Instead, he is being slowly roasted. He bites the leaves, eating them to cool.
His leafy greens taste good, as he waits for the moon to appear. He rolls around in the soggy flower patch, and hides.

The Moon cannot find him, for he blends in with the earth. Justin settles comfortably.
*Justin’s eyes widen and he makes his way though the lush wet lands. He feels the pull of the Earth, and allows her to raise him. He grabs at the coldest of things, meeting with the moon’s gaze.
The moon angerily asks, “What are you?”
“It does not matter what I am. I came here to stop you.”
“You”, he laughs, “You are a mere boy. You cannot possibly handle me. Let me be, Child.”
He pushes the boy, but Justin latches on with his vines, around the moon, suffocating him. His hold is so strong, and powerful. Justin lets go. It is not Justin’s intent to kill, only to get the enemy to leave.
The Moon holds the boy tightly, until Justin slithers out of his grasp. He climbs upon the Moon with his icy tricks, and covers his sticky hot surfaces with freezing elements.
The moon screams, “Why must you do this? I belong here too.”
“You belong here at night ONLY. Your time as Moon has ended. None before you treated the people with this selfish act. Surrender you, and let the sun shine, so the oceans can rest in peace,” Justin demands.
The Moon slyly responds, “You have it this way, FOR NOW, but I shall be back soon”. He is running out of energy, and must renew, or he will burnout.

The sun spreads all over the world, lighting the communities, and the bodies of water return to their gentle nature, as people try to rebuild what has been lost. New mountains and valleys formed, after sucking up the spilled water.

Justin is ready for home. He jumps into his pod, and begins pressing buttons to get him off the surface. Once situated, Justin engages in a childhood activity. He has three toy figures, Aua a blue statue is his favorite. He is the water barrier of his planet. He bends his hands putting him into the casing. Timba is his second favorite. He represents the trees, and gives animals living in the waters a home. Bolter is third, and contributes to the skies behavior changes. He hides them under loose boards, or cloth, to play his games. He makes noises, “Zoom, Bolter. Watch out for Bolter’s rod.”

The pod lands, before reaching his planet. Justin sighs, grabbing the extra fuel, and pouring it into the container. The pod continues on its way.

He returns home, to a sloppy mess, and a note of concern. His father has been kidnapped, and the king is calling for him to find out why.

Justin picks up the ripped paper, “Another me,” he stammers“, But, he cannot produce another me. Those enzymes are long gone.”
“I’m afraid he can, Justin,” he hears. He eyes his beak friend, “All your dad has to do is take a leaf off you to produce the same formula. Kran has the perfect opportunity.”
Justin shutters, “How come my dad never mentioned him before?”
“Kran is so sneaky and back handed. He was banished from Neighbar years ago. His brother most likely filled him in.”
“What exactly is his reasoning to have another me? I know it is in bad taste.”
“He has wanted the king’s position for years, and with these abilities he will most likely have it.”
Justin scratches his face doubtfully, wondering if he has finally met his match?


Neighbar’s Revenge


Justin soaks in the water to refreshe himself, before heading to the king’s court. He leans forward, burrowing into the muddy sand to get away from the sun’s hot rays. He knows there is one way to get to the king through the many waterways, until he reaches the colder areas, and needs to find another method. Crawling through the spaces, he loses some leaves. They tickle, as they drift away.

He brushes them, after coming up for air, putting them into place, and rearranging to fill in the subtle gaps. He likes to keep order over his body, as much as possible. New buds are forming underneath his skin, pushing out the older leafs, since his trimming. This is slightly annoying to him, making him further conscience about his appearance. He will lose interest, once they have grown in. Rubbing himself against the ground helps.

Meanwhile, Kan lives in the icy shadows, hidden, and unseen, since he is an outlaw.

Razor sharp claws dangle like daggers from his fingertips, as he scratches the surface of the ice, breaking it into pieces. His gloomy blood shot eyes glare at the scientist, “Get to work. I need a boy, by noon tomorrow to put my plan into effect. Moreover, your son cannot help you, because he decided to go wrestle the moon, and save that dreadful planet Earth. It is all about me, now. I will be king, and you will be my slaves.”

He rolls on the leafy grass, when he reaches the half waypoint, sniffing the landmarks, making a map of the trail in his mind. He is avoiding the tigers, and going underground, for the remainder of his journey.
He pokes small holes to get some sunlight. He burrows deep into the ground where waterways lay, and he can float on objects down the narrow stream that leads to the king.

The waterfall up ahead drops millions of gallons of water in mere seconds. He decides to climb the structure.

Climbing the wet stone hedges is proving too difficult, so he begins slithering his way through the terrain, keeping his blue eyes pealed.

He comes upon a humungous snapping turtle, and asks for a ride to the next peak. The turtle nods, and Justin gets aboard, listening to the cracking water, as it hits what is buried below.

Kan swirls his jagged nail into the chilly waters, pulling out a fish to feast on. A reflection of Justin appears, and he drops the bloody fish into the mucky waters, as the image disappears, “Your boy is back,” he groans, jabbing the wood table beside him. “I’ll take care of him.”

Justin swats at an annoying bug that is enjoying his leaves. The bug goes deeper into him, causing him to scratch. His fingers clasp onto the bug, sending it on its way, back to Kahn.

He scratches at the area, though it is long gone, the itch remains for several izles.

Justin is exhausted when he reaches the king, and needs to have an emergency trimming. His breathing is labored, and his upper leaves are out of place from the itching episodes. He scratches the leaves, to get them straight. He is wearing himself out.

The king does not know how to trim, Justin. He calls upon Justin’s father’s friend to destroy the infected leaves. He rubs lubricant over them, to prevent Justin from scratching, or biting them. The warm jelly is soothing. Justin sniffs the leaves no longer interested in them. He sniffs the ground for other leaves .The king sniffs with him, until Justin comes to a bed of flowers. One leaf fills Justin.

Justin’s father watches from a distance, crossing his fingers that all will go well. A tear slips down his cheek, looking at his depressed son. He struggles to stay strong.
Kan covers the viewing hole, making it impossible for him to know the outcome, and drags him away.

Justin rests in a bed of fresh, summer, flowers, waiting for him to arrive. A tall figure appears, izons later. Izons equal hours to humans.

He is relieved, and lets out a large sigh. He brings himself to a sitting position, nervously. The doctor lightly presses on the leafy parts, starting with the palms, “This won’t hurt”.
Justin sees his gardening tools, and plant drugs. His hands are warm against Justin’s roots, but he pulls away, breaking some of his leaves. The doctor gently grasps onto his roots, inserting the drugs.
Justin laughs at the ticklish feeling, and his eyelids droop. He begins to thank the doctor. He feels his form gently hitting the ground.
Justin’s roots tingle, as he warms, releasing the infected leaves. The ones remaining are to be carefully trimmed, while he sleeps.
The doctor checks for other damage beneath the layers. He clips the thin branches, and examines them. He places some of the leaves into a container to study them later on.

He is refreshed upon waking, and ready to get his father back, and save his planet from destruction. He is going to be accompanied by a fleet of the king’s soldiers in pods, so he can do what he has to do, while the men keep Kan busy.

He dashes inside of a green pod, for his trip to Kan to protect himself from the extreme temperatures.
His pod is equipped with not only shelter, but also food, and rescue supplies. He is snug, as it glides across the daring steep mountains and down slippery hillsides to darkened snow covered escape.
It hits objects in its path, as it spins, trying to get around the jagged objects in its way. Buffers on the bottom keep the craft from becoming damaged, as it collides smashing the snowcaps, in the way.
He sinks into the lower section, gathering warmth. He covers his pieces with his enchanted cloths, and waits until nightfall.
His pod cracks through the ice, and moves downward to protect him, from unwanted visitors.

Kahn eyes Justin’s father, “When will it be completed?”
“I cannot complete this project. There is a piece missing.”
“What cold be missing? I have everything you could ask for and more,” he grumbles, pounding his fist into the table.
“You do not have the leaves. The leaves are essential. An ordinary leaf will not give the same results. Punna leaves are extremely rare, and delicate.”
Kan pushes him forcefully, “I will capture your son. He has what I want. He will be here shortly.”
The chemist shrugs his shoulders, “This is all very risky, even deadly” He runs his shaky fingers through his grey hairline. His fingers tap the side of the glass tube, as smoke fills the air. A thick reddish color coats the ice.
Kan coughs, and spits, “What is this monstrous mess?”
Slyly he replies, “Part of the potion”. He reaches for a thick tube, with a skeleton head, and two bones underneath, and mixes it into the formula. He carefully takes a seat on the cold metal surface. The mixture is boiling, as he grasps an old piece of paper from his pocket. He dips his finger into the cooled off goo, and begins to transcribe a message to his son, “ Comba Aua nuea heap.” It says, “Contact the Water God before Nightfall for help”. He crumples the paper, with Kan noticing and dips it into the water, freezing it instantly.
Kahn angerily asks, “What are you doing?”
“I had to washout my tubes, or the solution will not work properly.” He presents him with the icy tube.

The letter is on its way to Justin. It passes through a chilly one-way stream, before reaching the pod. Guards surround him, as he sits inside fearful of what lies ahead. He drinks a cool liquid to keep him warm, as he steps out of the pod, and into danger. He soaks himself in the icy water, a little at a time, to see how he will handle it, as one of the guards comes up to him.

Moments later, “Your father has sent you a message.”
Justin nods, “Thank you,” and reads the letter. He dips himself in the water, and brings his fingers to his mouth to whistle for the Water God to appear.
Only Justin has this ability, because of his unique connection with the natural elements around him.

The Water God Aua stands before him with glaciers in the palms of his waterfall hands. Water gushes from them.
The youngster’s jaw drops, being in front of something he adores, so much. He steps backward, in awe, “Aua, please help us. Our planet is in grave danger.”
“I will do my best to please you, Sir Justin.”
The boy blushes, feeling as though he does not deserve to be admired by this legend of the waters. His body heats, as the giant chuckles.

Moments have elapsed, as Aua pushes the ice away, leaving chilly waters for Justin to tread through. He lowers himself into the water sucking it up, like a vacuum, “Go now. It is safe, but I shall restore the water shortly.” This allows him to reach his destination, much sooner.

He sighs, looking up at the large birds above who would like to have him for lunch. He squats, and ducks his head into his leafy structure. He stays still, smelling their fowl hot breaths. His blue eyes roll, annoyed by their presence, “Vultures”, he seethes. He melts into the cool ground, heating it, as he disappears.
They grasp onto his crisps leaves, pulling at them, as he sinks deep within the frozen structure.

20 minutes have passed, as his teeth chatter trying to keep warm, and hoping that they will vanish off his radar. Parts of him go numb, and he starts to feel drowsy. He fights to stay awake, as his plant anatomy goes into hibernation. He moves his human like hands together to heat his chilled areas. He slowly moves his plant parts, though they are stiff, and hard to bend.

40 minutes in the ice block stiffens him. He continues to make movements with his hands to keep him from going to sleep. He digs with his hands through the icy layers. Sharp pains race up his arms, but he is on a mission. He stops for a short break, and goes on his way.
He rubs his eyes, as they droop, going into a sleepy haze.
Confusion fills his mind, as he reaches for his now colored leaves. A prickly ice sickle wakes him enough to make him move. As his eyes shut, he receives another jab. This jab is sharper, and cuts at his brush. Crying, he pushes the ice out of the way. Breaths slowing, he goes limp, as his body tries to warm.
Struggling, he manages to open his eyes, knowing now is not the time for his long sleep. He must keep on fighting to stay alive, or he will freeze.
He shrugs his shoulders, not wanting to think of hibernating, but that is all that is on his mind, with everything slowly shutting down.
Drowsily, he watches his leaves hit the ground. They shield him from the ground, once he has shed enough, and he is able to move once more.

Making his way to the surface, Justin gets inside of a shell, so he will not have to bear the wilderness.
The shell’s inner layers are soft, and a great place to stay warm. It is a given in his mind the Kan will be looking for shells, and that he will catch him. Shells are quite rare, and Kan is a collector, but what he does not know is something else is added to his collection.

He feels the shell being shifted, and turning, as it hits the small rapids, and lingers onward toward the harbor, where Kan collects them for his massive collection.
A smoother flow soon follows, as he listens to the thrashing of water from massive waterfalls near by. His shell comes to an abrupt stop, and sinks into the shallow stream, as it slowly inches the shoreline.
He is ready for rest. A short sleep will do, now that he is warmer. His buds close. Sleepiness overcomes him, and he feels at ease.

Kahn finally has all of the pieces to create a double of Justin, or does he? This new being is lifeless, but why? Did the doctor use too many chemicals? The answer is no. This creature needs light to bring him to life, and in the icy lands, will probably never come alive. It needs feed off something warm, but what?
He demands, “Where is that boy?” He moans, “There are guards all over the place, but the boy is nowhere to be seen”.
Justin remains in the shell, being slowly pushed around by the small waves. The shell hits the tip of the shoreline, and bounces back into the water. He opens the shell, peaking his head through, but quickly returns to its interior at the sight of fishermen. He tugs on the inner parts of the shell, drifting it away from the silver netting.
His shell wanders through a nearby stream, getting entangled in a net. A sticky substance covers him, making it hard for him to move.
One of the fishermen spots him struggling in the water. He grabs Justin pulling him into the shore, before the sticky material does much damage to Justin. Submerging him into a tank with agents to stop the sticky feeling, starts to work. His mouth is suctioned to prevent breathing distress. Something rubber goes over his mouth to further improve his breathing quality. The mask comes off Justin’s face, as the man sticks a sucky into Justin’s mouth.
Sleepiness fills Justin’s body, a common side affect of the sticky stuff. Into a large shell he is put that will not open for a long time.
Inside the shell, Justin will sleep, because his brain believes it is cold out. Everything in his body seems heavy, as he looks around the shell confused. He sees colorful leaves on his body. The colors blend together, and Justin cannot separate them with his eyes. The colors dim into many shades of grey and black, as his body shuts off. His confusion worsens, as he goes into a light sleep.
The fisherman checks on Justin, before putting him into the water. A special coating protects Justin from the toxin.

Waking, Justin still has memory loss. He does not know where he is. Justin slithers out of the shell, and into safety.
A large bucket, with greens in it appeals to him. He sinks into it, and takes a ride, until he must get off to find his father, who is near by.

Justin is intrigued by the lifeless double before his eyes. He wonders if it is asleep. It appears dead, not asleep. The leaves are brittle, and already decaying.
Justin’s warm body is what this beast needs to get moving.
Justin scurries into a hiding place, a comfortable shell. He peeps through it, listening to his father’s conversation with Kan.
He remains hidden, but not to all. His father knows his son is near.
His father breathes heavily, hoping Kan does not find him. He listens to his son moving around the inside of one of the large shells. His hands tremble, as Kan reaches for his bag of shells. Surely, the shell will crack open once it hits the ground, and his dazed son will be exposed.

The shell never cracks nor opens. Justin remains inside, waiting for the right moment. He covers his mouth, about to sneeze. Achoo. He sneezes causing the shell to move, and Kan to pay close attention. Justin’s heart begins to race, as Kan lifts the shell examining it.
“I smell a rat,” he hisses, “And he is going to pay”. He pounds on the shell exposing Justin.
Justin stares at him blanky, uttering nothing, nor moving.
He pats his head of hair, “You are exactly what I need”, and sly smiles.

Justin snaps out of his foggy state, and slithers away. Kan steps on his leafy hand, and drags him to the cold table, but Justin fights, managing to slither onto the ground.

A sharp pointy object pokes Justin’s side, and everything goes white, for several minutes.
He has no idea what is going on. All he hears is loud noises, and he is unable to figure out what they are. He needs back up.
He weakly brings his fingers to his mouth, and attempts to whistle. He lets out a loud moan, as something pinches him. His arms fall at his sides, and stiffen with each movement.
He brings his weighted arms to his mouth once more, letting out a much stronger whistle.

Aua is soon, at his side. He calls upon Bolter the God of the Sky, and rain begins to fall, as a wave lashes upon Kan knocking him into the chilly waters.
The extreme weather is not a problem for Kan, as he climbs onto the broken slate of ice.
Kahn eyes his creation, and the sedated boy on the table. Kan reaches for his cutting tool, and prepares to insert it into Justin, in hopes to bring his boy to life, but Justin’s dad lunges at him. The tool falls into the pit of icy waters. Another wave comes at Kan, knocking him on his knees.

*Justin forces himself to stand, despite his light headiness. He fights the affects of the medications, battling Kan, as best as he can. His body trembles, and he staggers forward, landing in his father’s thin arms.
Bouncing back at Kan, with all his might, Justin’s body is about to give out. Tired arms, hands and fingers are numb, as he strikes Kan with a block of ice, causing him to land in the water.
The land shifts and breaks. Justin dizzily grasps onto his father’s hands, feeling his fingers slowly slipping a part.
“Jump, Justin”, his father yells. Justin stands paralyzed. His father pulls at Justin’s arms, “Don’t give in. We’re so close to winning this.”
Justin moves his foot in front of the other, taking a quick jump to the ice. He lands safely in his arms collapsing.

Justin is asleep, as his father begins work on the lifeless boy. It would be great for him to have a brother, a partner to help him defeat villains like Kan. A tiny piece of Justin’s warm plant structure is removed, along with the remaining colorful leaves.

When Justin comes to he is introduced to his new brother, but he will not get to know him, until spring. Justin will be hibernating.

Justin fears he will be asleep, when and if Kan reappears, but realizes there is not much he can do about the process. It is in bedded in him to go to sleep, but he is not looking forward to it. He runs his shaky hands along his hairline.
A female he has not seen before sits down beside him on a log. She has leaves dangling from her root colored hair. She softly smiles, and reaches for his limp hands, “It will all be okay”. She gently rubs his hands, and leads him to quiet place.
He lets out a yawn, and sits on the warm ground, surrounded by colorful leaves. His limbs start to tighten, and become heavy, “Is this how it is?”
She nods, “It is best not to fight it. You will lose up a lot less energy, by letting nature take its course.”
He slowly stands. His legs wobble underneath him, and he returns to the soft ground. He closes his blue eyes, letting another yawn escape. His arms fall at his sides, and he attempts to lift them, but it is like he is lifting large bricks and they fall back at his sides. His vision becomes fuzzy. All he can make out are bright colors. Memory loss follows, so the process will not be scary. He rests his head against the tree trunk, and drifts to sleep, for his long winter nap.


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