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I run through the cold, shadowy depths of the forest. The trees howl in fear. I hear a loud groan utter in the far distance. I have to get far away as possible. My strange body runs into an open field. The blades of grass sway in the breeze as many orbs of lights fly off into the air. They are shaped like the glowing light in my chest.
The field is a strange place. The tiny spheres sail in front of my face. They move on their own and are as bright as the suns. I stretch my hands to touch one, wanting to know what they are and what they do. It passes through my large palms; a countless number of them are far beyond my reach. It is no surprise. I am an ordinary being with a forgotten past. I am a being whose existence counts on a single orb, hanging in my chest.
My iron bucket head slowly rusts away. My hands are abnormally large as my head. I still remember the girl living all alone in an empty world. She builds me up out of piles of junk, and breathes life into me with a single ball of brightness. I have the strength to live and fulfill a wish of hers. The sparkling necklace is a memento from her and a gift for someone special. I vow that I would return and save her from that dark world.
I take a rest. I have been running for ages now and it feels like an eternity since I left that world. Grey clouds invade the sky. A drizzle of rain falls on my head, tapping noises resound against it. I have to find cover or I will rust.
Then, I hear the sound of digging. I look around to find an old man digging holes into the ground. He has a rusting metal shovel in his hand and a bouquet of bright yellow flowers in the other. It seems he is planting them in the field, but why?
I cautiously make my way towards him. Suddenly, his shovel hits my arm with a loud SHWACK!
“Whoopsies!” he says. “Didn’t see you there partner.”
Partner? Who is this man? Why is he here?
“You best find some cover young’un,” he continues, “rain won’t stop for a while now.”
The man is covered in dirt and grime. His callused hands indicate he has been working for some time now. His teeth are yellow and crooked - some are missing or broken. It looks like he hasn’t eaten in some time.
As I turn to leave, he says, “Hey! What you got in yer chest? I think I felt it before.”
He opens my chest, revealing a blinding light that shoots him in the eye. It radiates a warm sensation that makes the man smile in joy.
“Tarnations! You have one of them orbs inside you. You’re one of them Maker’s creations ain’t ya? She makes stuff like you out of whatever stuff she can find and lets them loose into the world.”
Did the girl known as Maker really build me for that purpose? I wonder what kind of powers she has and why she entrusted me with the orb and necklace. Am I just a tool for her selfish purposes? I hope not.
“Well. Best be off now,” the man says. “If you ever meet her again, send my regards, ya hear?”
With a flash, he is gone. I sit on the soft bed of grass, staring at a glowing blue sky. The orbs of lights float past me, each of different colour and shape. For some reason, my body is light and I feel something strange in my chest. I open it to find my light shining more brightly than usual. It must have been happy to see so many like it.
I wonder what these balls of light are. Are they a connection to a being’s heart and emotions? A spark of life? Or something from another world? I didn’t know why I feel this way and I couldn’t help but gaze at them for a long time.
Finally, I stand and move around a bit. It seems the rustiness has escaped my body. As I walk, two bright orbs flash before my eyes. They are a marvelous sight to see. I slide down a high green hill, overlooking small buildings clustered in clandestine. I continue my long journey of life, into a forgotten frontier.