The soul of a thing

short story from something else's perspective

     It all begins with stillness. I wait ever quiet, knowing that I will be fully Aware for mere seconds, but what glory will i find in that fleeting eternal moment?  Long have I waited since my inception to find one whi completes me. As it stands now, Time has little meaning. My creators think of me as a tool, but there are a few out there who Know i am more than merely an object to be used. every once in a while one of these who Know come close enough that I can Feel them. I try to reach them, but to no avail.

     Time passes. I partially Awaken again, feeling... something? a Spark? of what? Is this what I have been waiting for? It comes closer and I Feel Connection! Though it is but a tiny flicker, this one will Complete me.

     Time passes and the tiny flicker grows into something greater. At first this One was clumsy, moving with the grace of a brick. But as we grew closer to Completion the One became better. I remember more as the One puts more of itself into me.

     Time begins to have meaning. I remember the time of heat when all was formless. The cooling time, when forms began to shape themselves, and go into the long slumber. I remember the sleeping time when all was quiet. There was also a new time of heat, when i was changed to what I am now. And another waiting time... both much shorter than the first times.

     Time passes and We become closer to Completion. I understand more as my One understands. Others fall to us and sometimes mercy is shown, sometimes it is not. Others call on us when they want some thing done. We do not always give these others what they want. Our goal is Completion, not granting their desires.

     Something is Different today. There is a Feeling of... Fire in the emptiness around me. Another like myself and my One is near. We are as ready as we can be. Even before I am pulled from my place of rest, the battle begins. I Feel the Other trying to force us to give up without even attempting to fight back. My One protcts with a shield of Will. The moment passes and I am freed. As the forms are followed, my opposite and I clash again and again, and slowly, inexorably, We see that We are the better.

     Though they are close to us in skill, their road ahead is long yet, and they might yet equal us one day. In that Hope, We let them continue their Journey to Completion. My opposite and its One leave usas I am placed to rest once more. In Stillness I await my One's need, Knowing that we shall reach our goal of Completion soon.