Lost in thought

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"Son, do you hear yourself?" he had said. "You're willing to let me die so you can take my throne. You really care so little about me." He had added, "Father, I want you to understand my point of view. Humans are nothing but war machines. They kill each other, do unspeakable things to each other. Are they worth keeping?"

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The forest was shrouded in a thick fog, the trees towering above us like sentinels. The birds sang their morning songs, their melodies carrying through the misty air. I stood there, my mind reeling from my father's words from my dream
As I pondered these questions, Rose approached me, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. "Emotions are feelings that arise from our experiences, thoughts, and interactions," she explained, her voice soothing. "They can be intense, like anger or joy, or subtle, like curiosity or contentment."
I listened intently, trying to grasp this complex concept. "How do you experience emotions?" I asked and also wondered what Rose thought for a moment before responding, "For me, emotions are like colors. Each one has a different hue and texture. When I'm happy, everything feels bright and warm. When I'm sad, it's like this gray mist surrounds me."
I nodded, intrigued by her analogy. "I see. And how do you control these... emotions?" Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's the tricky part. Sometimes they're overwhelming, and other times, I can manage them. It's like learning to navigate a stormy sea."
As I began to question her thoughts, I realized that understanding emotions might be key to mastering my powers. The prospect of seeing more of those beasts – creatures like the one I had summoned without knowing how – was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Teach me," I said, determination in my voice. Rose nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Why do you want to learn about emotions?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.
I looked at Rose, her hair blowing gently in the wind, and said, "I'm trying to figure some things out. Trying to gather my thoughts." She looked at me with a hint of disappointment, and I couldn't quite tell why.
"Mind sharing those thoughts?" she asked, her voice soft. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the jumble of emotions and questions swirling inside me. "I can hardly grasp them at the moment," I admitted.
Rose looked forward, her gaze drifting into the distance. The mage, Lyra, intervened, her voice calm. "Sometimes it's better to leave things unsaid. Don't worry, she'll come around." Lyra's warm smile and hazel eyes, which reflected the forest's green hues, put me at ease.
As we journeyed on, I couldn't help but wonder why Rose invited everyone she met to join her. This question danced in my mind, along with thoughts of Lyra, a mage I had never seen or heard of before. Her revelation that she was over 200 years old, yet looked youthful and vibrant, fascinated me.
I needed to find my memories, to understand why I am here and what my purpose is here. All I had were fragmented recollections, and I knew I was a divine being. Why have I been sent to this realm? And what about these emotions? According to Rose, emotions were like colors, each with its own unique hue and texture.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the forest, Rose exclaimed, "Here's where we camp!" as she stretched her arms far wide.She pulled out a bottle of fine wine, the finest wine in all the land she said and we shared it in silence, the only sound being the crackling of twigs and the distant hooting of owls.
As I considered removing my mask, Lyra's eyes locked onto mine, filled with hope and curiosity. "I suppose I can remove my mask," I said, my hand hovering over the mask
Lyra's gaze intensified as I revealed my face, her eyes wide with wonder. Rose stood there, her expression unreadable like always. "What's the matter?" I asked, as I wondered of why she looked at my face for so long had it been that really pleasing???
Lyra stuttered, "No... nothing." She quickly composed herself and began to chant a spell, conjuring flames that danced across the twigs.
"Lyra, why were you terrified of the beast I mysteriously summoned?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Lyra smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Your eyes hold wonders," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.