The Ending of a Moment, The Turning of an Era
The two, one red and black the other blue and red, stood in the majestic view and watched the mist cover the mountains. The sun shone from its position and cast glorious rays over the land; but whether it was was dawn or evening could not told. The mist shrouded all from where I stood.
Stretching forth his hand the blue and red giant threw an object into the air, his face an expression of submission. From where I stood, an old man who had lived too long, time seemed to pause as an expression of sadness crossed the red and black giants face. Returning the object to the other with a mere wave of his hand he uttered words in a language foreign to me. Acknowledgment of his meaning shown upon the face of the one who was clearly the younger.
However as I watched the smaller nod his head once more before leaving I wondered how much he had truly understood. For what I had seen upon the face that age clouded even more than mine told an old man far too much.
The older one stood still watching the other go, his hands clasped behind his back. Seeming to realize my presence he glanced down at me, and we both saw our age in each others eyes. Not a word was exchanged as he left shooting into the sky to parts unknown.
I coughed blood slowly as I watched him vanish into the suns mighty rays. I lied down and before I closed my eyes for the final time the thought came, 'evening, it is evening the time when a period falls and another is born.'
AN: Just a drabble. Maybe a bit on the sad side but tragedy has its days.