By Ash Night
Disclaimer: Aubrey belongs to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, that darned lucky girl. :) Inspiration from Ayn Rand's Anthem; hail ego.
A/N: A brief vignette for Aubrey.
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He was alone under the encompassing stretch of the night sky. The utter blackness and darkness seemed to steep into his skin, and he could feel the coldness settle within him with frosted breath. Although it was a warm summer's night, warmth could not penetrate, for the ice of glaciers do not melt so easily.
He retreated to the stark truth of the stars' harmony. There was a solace to be found in placing faith in these distant and impersonal gods that never failed to rise with each death of the sun. Beneath these heavens, he found silence. These stars that shone for no one, that obeyed no law except the most intimate of the universe, were the standing pillars of his philosophy. When the remnants of his great civilization had fallen, these stars had still stood in the sky, daring what strength of mankind to challenge them.
There was nothing in life worth living for, save himself. For he was all there was, all that could be, and all that would survive.
And within the silence of the night, he existed.
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A/N: T'was short, wasn't it? Carefully constructed and open for analysis, I tried to capture what I believe to be his core of strong will, determination and individualism, buried so deep in his subconscious; it will go as deep as you will take it. Also, reviews are always appreciated. :)