One would assume being an adventurer, a vagabond even, to be lonely. But as one who has travelled the cosmos in solitary, it's been nothing but a bliss.
Every adventure of his had created core memories that he got to share with his ancestors, those lost to the wind. The figments and fragments, an insignificant addition to the vast world around, however an addition to his little layman brain.
The next destination, his next step stared back at him in vivid colours, strips of bright shades painting the curve of the planet, he named his home for the day—Fire Cracker. As his torn down space craft that he dearly named Cupcake, neared Fire Cracker, he set her to autopilot and went on to gather his supplies.
Cupcake hovered over plain land as he stepped onto Fire Cracker, the place, just like the name, was indeed full of surprises. The grass was green, yes, but there were dragons—a first in all his adventures. At the edge of a pool of shimmering water, they stared at him with suspicion, their scales catching the sunlight. The dragons didn't drop his stare, it felt like he was naked, their primordial eyes sending chills down his spine.
As he stepped closer to the dragons, hot air stroked his back, he jerked around with raised hands, gulping because his throat now suddenly parched. The dragon loomed over him even though it was crouching down to inspect him, this one was the biggest and the prettiest. It was covered in hues of midnight blues swirled with streaks of glitter on it's spikes that went down to the base of it's neck, he quickly named it Spikes.
Behind this magnificent creature a dark figure marched towards him, his back straitening at that. A woman clad in leathers with sun-kissed skin stepped between the dragon and him. Her demeanor like her attire, blades strapped all over her, stray hair from her auburn braid brushed her cheek as wind took stage. She adorned herself with earrings and chains just like the others around them, whom he'd only noticed now. Her russet eyes searched his face for answers, she blinked once, twice, turned to the dragon behind her who just stared at her, "He's no harm." She concluded with disappointment as she turned to face him with surprisingly sweet voice.
She turned on her heel without waiting for a reply, the others falling into what appeared to be formation. "No harm, huh, am I really that out of shape?" he chuckled to himself.
The dragons decided he was not worth their time nor energy to taunt him, which also felt like an insult, however, they did seem to judge him and his existence, examining each fiber that made his being, and that was unsettling. For a second, he could swear in the depths of Spikes' cerulean eyes there was a glint of disappointment. The sky on the other hand was welcoming, the vibrant cotton candy pink, complementing the cotton candy blue from back home.
Smiling to himself he ran to catch up with the lady and her tribe, quietly blending in. As they walked through a huge archway carved out of marble with intricate designs, he followed suit. One step in and the ground beneath him crumbled, he looked up, searching for the lady, there, however, remained one problem, the was no lady, no people and no dragons. He only found the cosmic void greeting him with open arms, it was not the welcoming and juvenile cosmos he knew, he could feel the shadows around him closing up. Was there more to Spikes' longing sadness?
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