My beloved has come back to me. From across galaxies and eons she has sailed to my side. Within my arms she has surrendered herself. Tears drip from her eyes and fall to the floor where they mingle with my own, an expression of the happiness we both feel, which beggars description.
We hold each other close while my mind drifts to our first encounter. When she called to me from across the void and I answered. I floated toward her, and she was so taken by me that she fell over backwards and landed hard on the ground. I stifled a laugh as I extended my hand and lifted her up, and took her into the sky.
I return to the moment and gaze into the lovely face of my beloved. I want nothing more than to live in this moment and let time drift away. But I cannot. For within the train that she has dragged with her, lies an extensive amount of destruction. And try as I might, I can no longer ignore the glowing beacon that flashes before my face. I must take action.
I loose my hold upon my beloved as I bring my knuckles together behind her back and pull them outward in an arc, causing long shafts of metal to manifest themselves all around her. In this fashion do I create a cage from which she cannot escape. And she draws toward me as she puts her hands on the barrier before her.
She's looking at me with wide, surprised eyes that ask so many questions all at once. But more than anything, she wants to know why I have locked her up in a gilded cage? Why had I incarcerated her, when only a moment ago we had shared each other's embrace? The answer is simple, I had to.
My beloved needs to be locked away for a time, so I can tend to the mess she left behind for the universe to contend with. But still she stares, even though this is not the first time, nor will it be the last. There is simply no telling how long it will take for her to learn how to use the power I have given her.
Truth be told, I never should have bestowed such incredible energy upon her. But I was lonely and desired to have a companion. One on equal footing to me. And I knew from the very moment I laid eyes upon her that she was the one for me. But she still has a lot of growing and maturing to do, before she can join fully in my power. I may be a sucker for a girl with brown eyes, but I'm no fool.
I look her over and drink in the beauteous creature that she is. Every ounce of me wishes to rend the cage asunder and hold her. To love her. To just be with her, but I don't. My hand is stayed by my iron resolve. I had heard of beings such as I giving into such foolish meanderings. It never ended well.
This unbridled energy is not one that you simply are imbued with in its entirety, as such a gift could only lead to self destruction or utter madness. No. It is one that is granted in small portions over a long period. Gradually, the user must master the powers afforded to them. And she simply is not ready.
The slight power given her, had proved too much for her to handle on her own. It was in control of her, not she of it. So I have no choice. I must let yet another eon pass before I can loose her again as it will take me nearly that long to properly set things right again and correct all of the wrongs.
What's more, I have to be careful that I don't over do it. Too much power too soon and it will all be for naught. I may be in control of my power, but it is only due to the measured libations I pour out. Should I forget, and tip the pitcher too far, I shall find myself in the same circumstance as countless others before me, going supernova, consuming anything and everything on a galactic scale.
Such is the burden of the intense energy I wield. Is it worth it then? No it is not, but someone must be in charge. Life will not govern itself. It requires a steady hand upon the wheel. Unfortunately, that hand is my own, but what I wouldn't give to have it be someone else's. To shed off this power and take for myself a smaller guise. To be just as others are and forget about the rest.
Alas, I cannot shirk my responsibility no matter how much I should wish to. Further, it is merely my own folly to think otherwise, but there is no harm in wishing and thinking. So I allow myself that much and yearn to have so much more. And yet, no more than is the right of any living being to exist for themselves.
I gaze upon my beloved, as she cries and holds out her hand. I take it and use it to caress my face. I want to spend eternity locked in her embrace. I want to remain within her arms as the universe spirals into nothingness. I want so much for these things that I burn inside. But I can't have them.
The universe must go on. The planets and stars must be properly aligned. Like it or not I am the painter and the canvas awaits. I must undo the wrongs wrought by my apprentice. I must show her the proper brush strokes. Let her see the correct application of paints to create the necessary hues to give proper form and contrast.
One day I hope that she will be by my side, holding the brush as I do. To paint the masterpiece as I have shown her. It is for such a day I yearn, would that I could make that day today, oh, how my heart would rejoice and do such thoughts stir my desires and draw my person into outward celebrations.
This, however, cannot be. I know this to be true. I have work to do and the longer I stray from it, the worse things will get. But I give one last kiss before departing. It is not an endearment for goodbye, it is a promise that I shall return. And I intend to keep my promise, no matter how long it takes, I will come back to her.