His beaming smile had a tendency of brightening the world. Even the gods were blinded slightly when he was happy. Some of them would curse while others would praise. None could do much as he was by his very birth right half divine. His voice calming and beautiful. His elegance was the inspiration of the city. He was their leader, though not through election it was just innate. When he was happy the city was happy and when he was angry the city would feel it. He stood a mere 5′4″ yet his shadow covered the entire nation. All who found themselves within his grace lived out long and happy lives. Those who attempted to cast a shadow of their own would find themselves living long, albeit terrible lives.His eyes shimmered in the sun yet almost glowed in the night. His hair short and white added to the pale complexion of his skin. His name was Kale and he was the ruler. This, to put it simply, “man” has lived many lives. He has watched as this hamlet became a village. He has watched as this village become a town. He has watched as the town grew into a monstrosity of a city all the while listening to the streets. The streets are more knowledge than any library. They whisper all of the inner most secrets of it’s travelers. All the secrets that is except for Kale’s. Kale was a keeper of secrets, a collector of sorts. He could tell which secrets were real and which were there to oppose him. Packaged up into a a little container and stored in his vault.

On this day the world wept a storm onto the cobble streets as Kale’s eyes were indeed filled with sadness. He had just returned from a long and arduous journey to which he saved this glorious city. An adventure filled with betterment and, after a long while, success. Upon his return he found his beloved gone. His journey started without notice as did her departure. With every step he took through this once wonderful city he put on a smile for those inhabitants who needed it. The smile, like his eyes, were filled with sadness. He knew that he had to save the city. He knew his actions were just even if his descriptions were not. The city had been saved due to his actions but never a smiling face was there to be found as when Kale was sad the world wept with him. He had listened for happiness. He had listened for the sound of rejoice, but on this day the streets were filled with nothing but lies.

He knew he had spent many a day helping to build the city and neglecting his beloved. If he had only known that saving the city would have lost him his love he would have been the first to light the match and watch it burn. At times it had not appeared evident how much she had meant to him. He had taken his inner most desires and happiness and locked them away in his vault. Cherishing them in secret for fear of loss. None of it mattered. To take away yesterday is but a wish away. A wish that try as he might has not been answered. Even with all of his divine influence he could not undo what had been done.

Kale leaned against the wall feeling it’s gritty texture against his back. He could feel the very life of the city flowing through his veins trying it’s hardest to revive him. For if he were to become lost the city would crumble. He slowly slid down to a sitting position and pulled out a cigarette. As he lit the cigarette he wished once more and for the first time ever the streets went silent. There wasn’t even the slightest whisper. The air stood still as even the gods didn’t dare to breath. It was almost as if the world stood on edge waiting to see what would become of it. Kale let out a sigh and took another drag.