Old Legends

“They say there was a warrior that walked the barren earth, sweeping the lost into their open arms, sheltering them from those who sought to kill our kind. The warrior was brave and mighty, but they were also compassionate. They risked life and limb, never leaving a creature behind.

And this warrior found a safe place for all the endangered people to live. They rebuilt the fallen city. Their group of misfits from every planet in the universe thrived. And although their enemies were still out there, they had their warrior to keep them safe. The warrior was very smart. They knew how to get the people off of Earth and to safety. They made a plan and set off through the treacherous land. It took a very long time. Everyone was tired, many wanted to give up. But the warrior wouldn’t let them.

Their enemies tried to catch them, but the warrior knew what to do. In the end, the warrior got their people to the meeting place. The big ships came and took them in. They wanted their savior to come with them, to find a better life on our planet. But the warrior said no. Their soul belonged on Earth, so that maybe they could meet back up with old friends one day. The refugees said goodbye and made their way to safety. And thus, the creatures of Earth, save the dastardly humans, lived on. And it was all thanks to one special warrior.”

”Mama, do you think that’s really true?” The little girl asked.

Her mother smiled, pulling the sheet up to her chin. She kissed her daughter’s head. “I don’t know, maybe not. It’s a story your great-grandfather used to tell us all the time. He changed the details a bit, but I like to believe it is true, y’know? That not all creatures are bad.”

The little girl though about this. Her mother wondered briefly if she wasn’t going too deep with her bedtime stories. Next time, she would just tell the one about the gnomes that work in the mushroom fields at night. There shouldn’t be any minefields in that topic. The little girl snuggled up beneath her blanket. “I think it is true.” She said decisively. “How else could he and all the other creatures get back to Aerius if there wasn’t a brave warrior helping everybody out?”

Her mother pat the bed. “Fair point. Good night, love.”

”Night, Mama!” Her mother turned out the light and closed the door.

Somewhere out there, on a dead planet far away, an old soul danced around the phantom trees and she smiled...