Everkant Series - random ep. Lore - 1st draft

Words are important. They are. As you go through them and they touch you. Kiss you. Grab you. They hold you in their immaterial gaze and for the first time in years - years - you feel deserved. You're not a bygone product of an era too eager to remember you every day and forget you the next. You can see it. The effect they have. They can be a friend. An enemy, some times, but a friend most of the times. Other...times they just are. Neither bad nor good. Mere things we conjure up to express something. We often fail at that, but it's all right they say. It's all right I say. We'll be here. So, dare yourself. Dare to touch 'em, love 'em, hate 'em. Throw 'em in the trash if you must and weep for things not lost. Words are important, boy. My father told me that. All of it and then he sent me off to study the craft. I didn't do that well, but I never forgot his eyes, usually so dull and numb like a cold winter morning, burning with fire as he showed me. All his words squeezed into one page. He said it was his life's work. I looked and with dismay. How could he sum up his life to a handful of words. I remember being sad. I also remember crying when I saw his sense of pride vanish at my reaction. I couldn't make up for it if I tried. I was too young, you see. I didn't know...no one teaches you how to avoid hurting someone's feelings at that age. Still, that old fool got me. I can see it now. I don't even remember what the words were. Only what they meant for him. Come closer, boy. Let me see you one last time. This fire was never meant to last.