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The End
He waited.
Waited patiently for the Creator, impatient to emerge.
For the dragon knew this was his beginning,
Knew it like he knew his own name.
Xarnia
But this worried the little one.
For if he had a beginning,
Then he had an end!
Xarnia did not want to have an end.
The End meant no more!
For many eons he pondered the matter
Finally in desperation Xarnia called out to the Creator
Called out to the Creator for answers.
Xarnia no longer wanted to emerge if it meant having an end.
The Creator came and consoled the baby dragon.
It held Xarnia as he cried the tears of dragons.
Tears that when they fell became the purest spark of light.
When Xarnia was ready,
The Creator took the little one on a journey.
It showed Xarnia:
Light and darkness,
Joy and sorrow,
The purest innocense and the purest evil,
Birth and death.
"All is dependent on the Eternal," said the Creator,
"And the Eternal is dependent on All.
Even the tears of dragons, for see what they've done."
Xarnia saw that his tears were still eminating light,
Eminating light that freed the beauty of life.
But even that light cast shadows.
Cast shadows that infringed on the light.
Infringed but never dominated.
As the shadows infringed the light grew brighter.
It was a dance of dominance and yielding but never ending.
In that moment Xarnia understood.
There was no end,
There was only the infinate circle.
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