Five Arabian Nights
Once upon a time- a time cast away-
A lonely god lost his way.
The memories he cherished
Had become all but bland.
The emotions he treasured
Had become all but naught.
So one day, on a bright day,
He left the world on a journey
To seek out the feelings that had
Become all but history.
In the five days and five nights
Of hard thinking and recollection,
He rediscovered his emotions:
Joy, Gloom, Hate, and Love.
They were four feelings he had come to long.
With joy he felt bliss and happiness,
With gloom he felt a sorrow that made him thoughtful.
With hate he was able to reflect upon himself,
With love he shared his affection with wishes to share.
These four feelings were colorful
And defined who he was.
These four feelings defined conscience;
A gift given to a blessed few out of centillions.
Chapter 11
The Fifth Day
Everything was no longer void.
Wherever Jaune laid his feet upon, dozens of colorful life greeted him. Some things finally felt human for once. Walking down a dirt road on a hill of golden grass, Jaune smiled as he nodded in response to a young couple that passed by him.
Everything felt lively.
Yet it somehow did not feel completely human.
Maybe that was alright.
He had encountered four colorful entities that reminded him of his own traits. He learned, he adapted. He felt like he knew more about himself. He felt like he just knew more in general.
It would have been a lie if he said that he did not like how things were.
Some things were missing though.
Things like friends.
Things like his family members.
Things that were irreplaceable not by blood but by memories.
He had to admit, he was pretty selfish in a weird way if he wanted a life that brought him more problems to solve instead of a life without problems. But the life he had with his team members, his family…
His loved ones…
A bubbly friend filled with a childish spirit, a quiet friend with admirable patience, an honorable friend with a habit of encouraging others.
Countless of other faces that he did not mind meeting more than once, even if they were not exactly close to him. Inspirational figures that inspired him to stay strong were people he wanted to meet in person more than once, twice, or thrice. And even then, the greatest of people had faults to them, and that made them all the more colorful.
Faults.
Some of the most unique quirks present to mankind.
The ability to be human was supported by the development of emotions. Despite having experienced a progression of maturity- if he did, that was- in the strange world, Jaune Arc did not feel that he deserved to be a part of a perfect world. He wanted to help people in a world that needed amendments. He wanted to help at least little by little.
He wanted to go back.
He wanted to go back…
Back to the people he could share his emotions with. Back to the people who could share their emotions with him.
He wanted to go home.
As a multitude of thoughts sprouted to life in his head, the world around him slowly vanished. The perfect world; it was a world that he needed to be able to deserve first.
The thought of it exhilarated him. Then, it calmed him.
Four nights had come to an end. Joy, sorrow, anger, love. He decided to drive his determination against all odds. The colorful and distinct experiences he went through filled him with- if not a lot- quite a bit of confidence in understanding himself better.
The world turned into an endless skyfield. Light blue surrounded him as his body remained still in the air, his eyes staring off at the infinitely wide world of air and life the naked eye was unable to comprehend and see. His mind stopped thinking in a complex fashion, and suddenly, he felt as if everything was going on the right path.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And he waited for seconds, minutes, and hours.
Because he was filled with hope.
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The Fifth Day –END-