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The snow crunched underfoot as the green garbed man walked through the dim forest. His gaze was fixed upward at the small glimpses of deep navy and dancing streaks of green and purple.

The colors of the night sky burst into all its dancing glory as He drew close to the low fence surrounding the quiet compound that was His current residence. He paused before He crossed into the protective barrier and looked upon the colors His dearest had painted for Him.

Feet crunched through the snow on the other side of the fence, drawing His gaze. For a moment the glimpse of vibrant pink made Him think the massive figure of His longtime friend gazed back, but the shape resolved itself into a smaller woman who was bundled in an oversized cloak and the sheet wrapped ghost of the Enderman hybrid.

He took a breath and quietly crossed the boundary. He glanced upward and watched as the dancing green and purple began to fade from its navy curtained stage.

The young woman nodded slightly at the man and she and the ghost returned to the cottage that once belonged to the first to settle on this land.

He stood in the cold, gazing upward.

All He truly cared about in this land was gone now. His son. His dear friend.

She was waiting.

He had left Her side when they could not keep their son beside them. He had cared for him in a bright warm place, hoping that it might fill the void of the lack of a mother's touch. Granted, all the sand the kid consumed may have messed with his head a bit, but He tried His best as a father.

He only asked once about his mother. He looked so much like her. Her brown hair, cheerful smile, Her height. And most of all Her brown feathers.

Oh how He had raged when He learned of what had happened on that day when His son had been betrayed. How they held His son down and took a saw to his wings. How they had grabbed handfuls of his feathers and ripped them out, crowing about making pillows.

He wanted nothing more than to unleash His rage upon those who had hurt His son. But the Overseer stopped Him. Warned Him. His anger could not be unleashed here. So He waited. The anger sat quietly.

Then His dearest friend found that the Fates were beginning to bind off his life weaving. Oh how He had wept for him in the quiet of his cottage. He begged and pleaded with the Overseer to Do Something. But even the gods dare not confront the Fates.

Day by day He was forced to watch his dearest friend fade away. Some days he was a bit better but still he faded. He signed his final will, choosing to read it out himself before the members of the Syndicate. Upon the day when it was time for him to go, he did so quietly in the bare half hour his friend had stepped away.

And not long after, His son chose to return to the place of his childhood. And in a storm much like the one that had whisked the boy away to this land, he was gone. And with him, the last one who was tying Him By Bargain to this land.

He looked at the pair who were standing on the bridge, looking back at Him. He pulled a large origami paper crane out of his coat and sent it fluttering with a snap towards the pair. Inside was the final draft of His own will.

And with that final thing, He turned and crossed the barrier for the final time. The sky burst into streamers of color; reds and greens and purples and yellows. All dancing merrily across the sky.

"I end this." He declared. And before Him the faint silhouette of a green garbed figure appeared. The crossed golden halos and white circle with its cracked shape reminiscent of the letters 'X' and 'D' gazed down.

The sound of a clock Tocking rang out across the inhabited lands. Then it abruptly stopped as the ghostly green figure slashed through the man before him with a blade of light.

For a moment the pair on the bridge wanted to rush out, but it was as if their feet were glued to the wood below.

Time stood still for a moment then another figure resolved itself out of the dark forest. A feminine figure garbed in full black, a wide brimmed hat resting upon Her head and a glowing lantern in Her hand. The veil obscured Her features but what truly stood out were the three pairs of feathered wings that were a beautiful soft brown. She stood taller than even the green figure.

And when the moment passed, the green figure turned and vanished, off to do whatever gods do. But the man stood, changed. He now stood as tall as the woman. His once battered and broken pair of dark wings had now been repaired and multiplied. The once dark feathers looked like tiny slices of the starry night sky. He held out a hand to the woman who took it. The lantern floated on its own around the pair as with powerful down sweeps, they left the land of the living, rapidly becoming two stars that streaked through the night sky.

Finally they were together once more, dancing across the Ocean of Stars.