Zeleth held the Orb in his hands, gently brushing his thumbs across the clear glass surface. Inside, the green light of the Uneltro followed his thumb like a pup would follow its master’s hand. It seemed so strange, something this small could hold so much power. A knock at the door. “Leave me,” Zeleth said, … More Control (Stories on a Theme – “Power”)
The old buildings crumble with time, leaving nothing but dust. It’s a reminder that things change. Buildings falls. Legacies are erased. Your name will not be known in the future. And that’s okay.