Dusty

On a lonely stoop bathed in the first wisps of dawn, a slumbering infant in a basket nestled among the empty milk bottles snuffled unhappily as the magical spells used to keep him warm, unseen until the right time and asleep, began to degrade sooner than they were planned to.

It just so happened that a rather bored and restless presence across the pond, stuck to the base of a certain statue of a rearing horse outside a high school with nothing better to do, took notice of a heightened magical presence in the world, young and separated from others of its ilk, an unusually alluring little beacon.

Out of curiosity the presence stretched itself upwards and outwards, reaching through countless towns, cities, states, waters, over an entire ocean, until it found what had drawn its attention.

‘How interesting,’ the being thought to itself, or at least as much as something like it could, ‘what a strange thing this is, what does it want?”

The being poked the ball of power housed in mortal flesh, amusing itself for a time as the agitated energy the creature gave off fluctuated and snapped irritably, coming across as a grouchy short tempered old man on minute, and then suddenly reaching outwards towards the being, clinging, whimpering and wanting attention the next.

It was such an odd contradiction, this little thing, yet powerful, oh yes.

When the being had taken its fill of examining the thing, who was also reaching a very alarming pitch of distress by this point, the being decided, for waking it from its near comatose boredom for a time, it would reward the little creature.

Therefore, the being read most what the creature’s heart desire was, and of the strongest desires churning through its simple/complex consciousness was to be someplace safe and warm, to be taken care of and held, while at the same time, a darker desire to have power, to dominate and exist forever intertwined with that longing.

The dual desires were equal in strength, but the being was not deterred by it, confidently it picked the little creature up, swaddling it in power, and with a flash of light, retracted back with a snap, sucking the creature down, down , down its gullet, swallowed completely out of this world altogether.

Feeling rather refreshed after that bit of entertainment, the Being retreated back to its base of power and eventually fell back asleep when boredom resumed soon after.