Scars Of Oaken Silver

While I Breathe, I Hope

The apprentice was a tall and broad-shouldered, young man wearing leather armor. He was standing inside of the village, it was just before nightfall and the sky was lightening up. Apollo was alone in the village, no one else was there. All the villagers had gone on their own journeys for whatever purpose they had.

Apollo knew that he would have to find his way back to the Heavens, he knew only he would be able to find a way back to the Heavens and that all of his enemies would try to stop him from saving himself, from saving the universe.

He knew that he would have to find a way, for without him saving himself and without saving everything, then everything would die and be destroyed. Apollo knew that if it happened then everything he had ever known would forever be lost, forever forgotten.

He started looking for the ancient artifact called the, "Chaos Star" The book informed him that it was not easy to find it. Yet, as Apollo read the ancient stories, he realized, something shared. He realized that the Chaos Star was his.

He thought, "Maybe, the book described something that was like me, an artifact that would be the key to saving the universe, maybe the one the Evil feared, would be me. It was a theory, a hope and a belief of what would have happened if he did find the Chaos Star, would he have been the one that would have stopped the Evil.

He went on with the search for the Chaos Star for days and even weeks. Yet he was having problems, with the Evil, it was following him and there was something, some force or Power controlling him.

He did not feel his own drive and force to keep on searching, but the Evil did. The Evil told him that it was stopping him, driving him, guiding him, and forcing him to keep on searching. It was like a ghost haunting him, forcing him to continue. It was telling him to find the Chaos Star, it was telling him to be Apollo so he could stop the Evil from destroying the worlds.

Apollo believed that the Evil was doing what it was doing, and it represented everything he knew about himself, about himself and about his life, it represented the pain and the suffering he endured in the world physically and verbally with his family. It represented the pain, the emptiness and the coldness he felt when he was alone in the universe.

The Evil represented all of his pain, his sorrow and his grief. That was why he believed it was in control of his mind and his soul, it was maddening him, destroying him and he needed it to end.

He went on and read and read about the Chaos Star for days, he read about the Star and about the many records and histories that had been written about it from across time. He read about the great kings and the art pieces and the engravings written about it across time.

He read about the very first description of the Chaos star was found etched in Ancient Sumerian and put in one of the tombs of the Dead Pharaohs. It was a few lines written about it that described it as a, "Gleaming star that passed across the universe and transformed into a great crystal" He knew there was more to it.

He researched what the Chaos Star was more, there was more and more about it.

He finally, arrived at a village in the middle of nowhere and he went to a museum they had there in town and he looked at the fine art they had. He looked at the one of a hand, an Ancient Hebrew painting.

When he looked at the painting, he was astonished by what he saw. He saw a broken triangle in the middle of the star. He knew what was coming to life in him was the power of the Chaos Star. He needed to know more about the Chaos Star. He looked at the title of the painting, "The Hands of the Archangels."

On the title of the painting, were written about the four Archangels: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. They were the central beings in the Realm of the Heavens.