The beacon tower flashes gold, and it's a pretty thing to look at.
Staring out of my classroom window is probably the most interesting thing I do, during school. It's so darn slow on Atmosia, you know? As if nothing's ever going to happen to us.
I was almost glad when Carver stole the Aurora Stone.
At least it gave us something to talk about.
I mean, seriously. Dark Ace, landing right in front of my door!
That's something to tell the kids.
Well, if I ever have children. I'm still a kid myself. But man, have I got a lot to live up to.
Our new beacon tower is powered by a Solaris Crystal. Not half as strong as the Aurora Stone, but the yellow glow's nice, especially at night. The Council sent out several crystal specialists to find a crystal strong enough.
My dad was one of them.
See, crystals are my family's passion. It has a lot to do with several of our ancestors, one of which was Rash.
I never hear the end of it about him.
He was the only one to ever find an Infinity Stone. My dad rants about him for ages. I sit down and politely pretend to listen.
Yipee.
So my great great whatever found a rare crystal and ended up in the history books. My dad probably will, too. And me?
No one's ever really ASKED what I wanted. Or cared, for that matter.
As if I want to trudge around Atmos, looking for tiny stones that'll probably end up in some vault or museum. Away from my family. Dad doesn't realize that he's missed ninety nine percent of my life. He's always off looking for the next big thing. He wanted a son, and ended up with yours truly. But did that stop him? No. He drilled every crystal known to man into my skull so that, by the age of nine, I could tell stones apart by SMELL. Yes, I said smell.
Mom hated him. She said he's making me someone I'm not.
Then she up and died.
So now I'm living with my grandpa. And he's worse than my father.
Sometimes, I wish my family wasn't such a pain in the tucus.
And so I avert my attention to the beacon tower.
It's such a nice thing to look at.
Flashing gold.
A light in the storm.
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A/N: LOOONG. Too long. But fun! Review, I wanna know what you thought about my "drabble turned friggin essay".