A Pillar and an Obelisk

Towering.
False.
Breathing.
Still.

That was how living began. Watching the King work with their burning eyes. Watching the others tread in and out. Watching... Obelisk. A living beacon of energy and power.

While they were still.
Breathing.
Towering.

Eyes of heat and light burned as smoke and steam rose higher then even they stood.

A hand.
A touch.
Obelisk.

"Hey my Statue friend."

And that was the beginning of the end. That hand. That... touch.
Made them want to move.

And with Obelisk?
They did.
Moved.
Breathed.
Fought.
Traveled.

Spoke.

"...thank you..."

For the first time, everything felt... Real, felt kind and amazing. Even as the Demon Kings Guards, they two could often get away.
And... often they spent eons away. Huge lengths of time. But the King never raised his voice against the Pillar.
The Pillar didn't know if the King even knew. (for that was Obelisk's knowledge. And he felt the King's wrath on every return)

And it went on and on and on and on and on and on...
Never ending.
Just like them.
But...
Something fell.
Obelisk said to run, to FLEE.
So the Pillar moved.
Running.
Breathing.
Crashing.
Falling to the sand of a place even Obelisk would never go.
The Pillar couldn't move. And felt...
smaller and smaller and smaller...
smaller....

And...
it hurt.
But all the realms it hurt.
It
burned.
They don't move
They stay still.
A fallen giant in a slowly growing pool of tainted magic.
The sands of the flats churning, drinking it up.
Cursing and pulling and melting.

till a hand.
Obelisk.