Wish, Path, Weak, Storm, Truth.

Wish.

When one wishes, they imagine the world and their goals in their minds-eye, giving the world special meaning to them. They make the world go round, ever rotating in order to fulfill the dreams of the individual.

Baldzar knew of the world, and their dreams were lofty. Their desire transcended that of their brethren, and they became obsessed with fortune and fate. But when one toys with those, they often find themselves in a predicament.

You see, Baldzar had everything anyone could ever want, a home, a spouse, children, plenty of money and an incredible reputation. However, he always yearned for more. He was mean to those who didn’t give him what he was due, but made all the people around him worship the ground upon which he walked.

Wish. While they make the world the way it is, with joy and song and story, it also gives the world hurt, loss and fatigue.

Path.

Path is what we seek at which in our darkest hours, and it is always important we never stray.

Tired of his home,Baldzar decided to start digging. Where they got the idea, no one knows, but poor Baldzar used their own fingers to dig up the Earth. Disrupting it and digging, and digging until they uncovered a light. Could it be?

For light shone through the darkness as they dug further into the ground to find that he’d uncovered a hole. He must have dug straight through to the otherside, because as soon as his fingers dug through to the other side, the ground beneath them gave way resulting in them falling straight out the other side.

Baldazar plummeted from their hole, a tear in the sky, they now saw as they were hurtling towards the water below. For this was no longer their home, it was a strange world of strange colors. The sea bellowed held beasts who breached the surface, and the land looked barren and wasted.

Was this how he was going to die?

Weak.

Each individual that lives and passes on has a weakness. It can make you stronger, or it can tear you apart.

Baldzar fought and struggled in the air, and the gods must have looked on in pity, because all of a sudden, sprouting from their back was a pair of gorgeous paper wings. Folded like origami, with beautiful colors, the delicate folds helped Baldazar glide and swing through the air, all the way to the land.

Looking back up, they saw the tear in the sky at which they had made to breach into this world. Regret and torment dogged their mind as they yearned to be back home, where their people sang their name in praise. With their new wings, they tried. Flying up to the crater in the sky, the rift they had made. Tearing at it and trying to get through. But you see, fate is cruel. One cannot reverse what they had done.

Storm.

Tempests and rains such as the world suffers through are the greatest gifts for the land. They wash the wounds clean, and heal what has been broken.

And now he walked. Over the barren land, all the way until they found a city. Gorgeous and vibrant, yet primitive compared to his own. The townspeople were horrors of several eyes and arms, wicked smiles. If they could persuade his own people to worship them, so could they get them to do so as well.

So Bladzar came into the city, and was received in awe and intrigue. The guards took him to the King, who asked them. “What is it you seek, new-comer?”

“I seek refuge, and your ear if you are one to listen.”

The king gestured for Baldzar to speak. They continued to the King and those who stood around to watch. “I come from a tear in the sky. I am that of a god to you, look.” He held up his hand as flame water and earth coated his hand in a brilliant display of magic. “And these wings, bestowed upon me so that I may look over the city and protect you. Please, O wise King, let me sit where you sit. So that I can change the world for the better.”

Amused, the King only laughed at Baldzar. But the people, with distaste for their king, started to speak up.

“Let them have your place,” one called.

“Yes, yes, give it to them.” another called.

“You should fight for it,” one suggested.

“True, true that is only fair.”

The King looked at Baldazar and nodded. For the king was a skilled swordsman. The two met in the courtyard before all the city. The battle was brutal and long, and for a while, no one knew who would win. With his otherworldly cunning, he was able to outsmart the king and was crowned the new ruler that day.

Truth.

What every person deserves in their quest in life. Truth is the harshest yet greatest thing one must accept in order to transcend that of what we know.

Baldazar ruled, unfaltering, for many cycles. Forgetting that he came from another world. But you see, fortune and fate were cruel to those who lie and deceive. The rift in the sky started to get bigger. Consume the sky and cast upon them a darkness that was all enveloping. The people came to Baldazar, as the god and king they were to then.

Baldzar promised what he could not grant, he would close the rift and restore the sun. So he promised, and did nothing. Promised for Cycles, saying he needed time to rest, components to heal the wound in the sky. Yet all he did was sit in his castle, having those beneath him wait on him hand and foot while the sky fell apart outside.

The sun was consumed. Without the sun, there was no moon. Without the light. The world was plagued in darkness and no food grew, and the water began to become poisonous without the healing light of the sun.

The people grew restless, now vowing to force Baldazar to heal the sky. He barricaded themself in the castle, but the people were strong. They broke through and Baldazar fled, flying out into the sky, away from the city and the yawning hole he had brought with him. Rain started to pour from the sky, and it met that of his paper wings. His wings started to disintegrate due to the downpour, making him lose trajectory and collide with the ground. No longer could he fly. And the people from the city saw his descent and were now coming for him. So Baldzar did what he’d done in the beginning.

He started to dig. And dig. And dig. Every time he would look back, he found that yawning expanse of darkness and that of the city people forever hunting him. And so, Baldzar was doomed to dig for eternity, running from his wrongs.

Wishes are granted to all who seek them. Paths change, wind and split. Weakness is something you should never take for granted. Storms wash and heal, and lay bare the bones and secrets. And truth is inescapable, and always catches up with you.