Usually my favourite masters were the bloody ones. They were the ones who slashed and burned to get me. The ones who snuck in at night and sliced throats open. The ones who's lights were red and the colour of dried blood. Oh the joyous killing!
But I wasn't only destined for killing. Every once in a while I got a golden one. Someone who shone. They were smart, they were careful. My final master was golden, the brightest I had seen. These ones tried to hide me. But their lights were all dulled in the end.
Age after age, master after master. The joyous days they were. I felt bad for the masters I never met. I might have been able to save them.
I followed the light constantly. That beautiful light of fluid hue. I was always drawn to it. It was the light of my master. I followed if through the ages. Never stopping, never wavering.
Then, I fell into his hands. His light was odd. It was golden but stained with old wounds and slightly impure. I loved this time. I thrummed with his power defeating enemy after enemy. We were matchless.
But then the light changed. It flew from my great master into a insignificant boy who's light wavered between black and green. Back and forth, back and forth. It drove me insane.
Fortunately, I never rested in his hands. Next was the dark. The one who's colour would have been black. I could feel his power thrumming beneath his skin. Oh, how I wished that I could unleash it. We would have ruled together. But, although he held me and called me his own, there was no light. So I did not serve.
It was during the dark time that I felt myself being raised in battle. Excitement coursed through me. Even without my master battles were fun.
But then, calling through the black was the light. It was twisted and warped by the shadows but there it was. The light was calling again. I felt myself being raised to kill. To kill the light.
I would not kill a master, I could not kill a master. So I flew. I flew high in an arc and landed in my masters hand and the light flashed and overwhelmed me.
Now I lay here, the light fading. I have chased over centuries, I will not end here. But I looked back and realized, I was weary. I was tired.
So know here I lay beside my last master. And we all lay down to sleep.