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Calcifer
They told him in his childhood never to look too closely. Never to wander too far down or else you'd plummet and your light would go out and diminish and die. As stars, they circled the globe on invisible wings, in glory of the sun, moon, and earth. But of all these faces, Earth's was the most rugged, the warmest. Her mountains, capped with pure, virgin snow, her rivers, blood of nations, her seas, lapis mirrors reflecting always. The Sun and Moon loved Earth dearly, and showed her always the best of their light. The Sun reached across savannas and dipped into valleys, bringing radiance and vitality to all of Earth's creatures. The Moon brought her silver rays, her ways of dreaming and creating, planting them into the lore of humanity.
But the stars simply shone and watched Earth. From on high, they looked down at her, her animals, her great jungles and forests, her plains and deserts, at her peoples, at her life, at her triumphant beauty. Down there, on Earth's face, cities countless were built then tumbled, civilizations risen and fallen, aeons come and aeons gone. And the stars watched from afar, detached from all this greatness, so far removed from Earth's many songs that they barely caught them.
They were forbidden to look closer at the very jewel they could not take their eyes from.
But once, a young star said he would. He would! He would leave his station in heaven and feast his eyes on Oceanus' brilliance. Come join him! Come fly with him! Closer and closer, deeper and deeper into Gaia's enthralling embrace. No going back now. No forethought. No regrets.
They sped around Earth, circling joyously. The Earth cast her own emerald, gold and sapphire hues in nets around them, and the stars laughed aloud. They trailed their silken gowns and robes of their own intensity. Gaily, they danced and sang, sang and danced until they forgot, until they went too far down, too close to the Earth to be able to fly again.
They plummeted toward her. Nothing to stop that terrifying descent, no time to think, nothing to catch them, no last thoughts at all. Except regret.
The boy with a heart to trade caught him. He was reduced to a tiny flame in a hearth, burning time away. And Time passed in precious drops of blood. He and the boy both realized what they had done. No going back now. Could only regret.
Then, a day came when an old crone opened the door, seeking shelter in their warm castle. A 90-year-old girl with just the right temper and brilliance to match Howell Jenkins.
Freedom, he sensed, might only be few moments away.
End
Notes: I'm not sure if this is book or movie Cal, but I thought it would be safer to go with a movie category. I hope you enjoyed this sketch!