Beyond the stars, beyond the fog, there lies a boy – lost… long lost. He was called a wanderer, but that was a lifetime ago. There would be those who had forgotten the child, vanished in time. Still, Pan had been lost before.
In a way, he had been lost from the beginning – destined to find his way only for it to slip through his fingers. There was a certain poetic aspect to his being, for the lost boy never seemed to stay in one place for long. Wanderlust had been his longest friend, and his heavy chain of burden at the same time. It had brought him to wonderous places, introduced him to a circus of characters. Still too, it brought him loneliness, for curiosity drove him onward, spurred by the promise of adventure even as those he loved faded away one by one, like dying stars in the sunrise.
In the darkness, he found the luring unknown. He had embraced the island of change, and it had swallowed him whole. For countless nights, he had wandered through the void, unsure of where he was, losing track of time as days faded to weeks. Weeks to months. The only solace for the child was the quivering otter at his side, safely tucked away in a sun-faded satchel which chattered against his neck as he moved.
His feet were sometimes weary, his mind sometimes played tricks on him… but Pan pressed onward into the unfamiliar, gathering little bits of stardust and treasures as he went. Some days, he hummed as he traveled. Some days, he cried from the loneliness. But through it all, the scaled child was hopeful for what lie beyond.
He steps through the mist, into the starfield once more. It is a place he knows well now – a place where he had called home for whatever time had passed. As he pads silently through the maze of stardust, there is a chill that spreads across him – an omen which suggests the winds of change had come again. His seafoam eyes are wide and bright as they scan the fire-flecked darkness. As they find the girl.
In the darkness, she is the only thing he has seen for months – and the boy cannot help but stare. She weeps, but instead of comfort, all he can offer is a curious approach. Hello? he finally whispers, his voice rusty from disuse and uncharacteristically shy as he sways a few paces away, watching the star girl in the night.
@Warset <3
