The Boy Who Ran
This is the story of a boy,
who ran.
This boy was put into the trial
just like all the other boys his age.
A trial of ice and fire,
bravery and loyalty.
Some went crazy,
some didn't even blink an eye,
but some,
not many,
but some,
ran away.
They ran far and wide
to escape the reality of what they were.
The story of this boy,
the one who ran away,
and kept running for the rest of his life.
At first he was a kind old soul,
helping everyone
and sharing his knowledge of the universe.
Eventually his past found him,
all the monsters he ran away from came back.
And he kept running.
The monsters that the children had nightmares about,
had nightmares about him.
He was the good guy,
the one always saving the world from the monsters and villains.
He ran,
from one place to another,
only seeking to help and heal,
to bring peace and vanquish evil.
He ran,
choosing to make up for all the bad things he did
by helping everyone else until he dropped dead.
Until his debt was paid.
They say he is a lonely man,
one burdened with the weight of a thousand years,
a thousand deaths,
a thousand tears.
They say he is fire and ice,
like the things he ran from,
rage and destruction,
the type of things he puts a stop to,
coldness and war,
the things he vows not to be.
And the last of his kind.
He had to kill his own people,
his own family,
his own species,
to avoid having the deaths of millions of innocent people.
He stopped the greatest war in history,
leaving it to rot in the tales of his bravery,
his strength,
his sadness,
his madness.
He killed them,
preventing them from destroying everything we know
and will ever know.
Not only does he carry the weight of his deaths,
but also the weight of the universe,
the chains of peace and love.
He is the last of his kind,
he was hurt over and over
and yet, all that pain just made him kind.
He changed the lives of people he learned to love,
he made sure that they would be remembered.
Sometimes,
his kindness,
his forgiving nature,
his second chances,
kill more than they save,
the ability to destroy whole worlds and populations
with the flick of a button,
yet giving them a chance to start over.
His kindness,
his mercy,
his forgiveness,
his caring,
his second chances,
killing the people that matter most to him.
He is amazing,
fantastic,
brilliant,
the bravest man I know.
All the pain he suffered only making him kind.
Scaring away the monsters that plague our world,
the evils that reside within society.
Coming to save the day,
to always make everything better.
Burdened with the weight of the skies,
holding onto his mountain of deaths,
his broken hearts,
his broken life,
his running.
He wanders the stars,
with his friends,
his partners,
his family.
His love not divided between them,
rather multiplied,
making him full of love,
yet there is still an ever burning pit of rage and grief,
that consumes him.
Telling them of the adventures they could have,
the things they could see,
the people they could meet.
But they leave him,
some leave him for the better,
some forget him,
some get lost,
and some,
not many,
but some die.
They die fighting in his name,
fighting for love,
fighting for peace,
fighting for each other.
They break his hearts,
leaving,
whether they want to or not,
safe,
but always craving the adventure
and danger he brought.
The stars reminding them that there was always hope,
there was always the boy who ran.
This is the story of the boy who ran.
And is running,
even after his time.
Wandering the worlds,
between here and the end of time,
trying to find himself.
But not all who wander are lost.