Name Not Official

*Prologue PILOT* (Listen to the song while reading)

A wise man once told me that you sometimes have to fight people you don't want to. You have to pick a side. Thats why, he said, he was a follower. But sometimes, you have to be the leader. Conflict will never end, nor will peace last forever. He told me, that he was going solo. I asked him if I could help. That day I had never asked for something more than to join his side. With the world on your shoulders, what else can you do?

The scarf he gave me when he left that day was loosely wrapped upon my neck, the end dangling in the wind. I stared up at the twilight sky, the stars slowly peeping out to begin their cycle. My toes were in the water, and the gentle envelope of the waves setting the soft tone of sleep for the beach. I focused as much as I could onto the moon. The nightly winds were definitely picking up in dynamics and my scarf was about ready to undo itself. But it didn't.

Hope is the one thing you should rely on; something to pray to. I had prayed that the day the strongest winds came rushing through, my scarf wouldn't fly away no matter how loose it was. The moon was rising much closer to the center of the sky as I slowly walked further into the waves. The brand new path was opening. Waves became violent as they swept away for me to walk to the bottom of the ocean. I knew that my  hope was down there.

But with a one-man army, how much hope could a guy get until he gave up? It was almost as if the whole world was against him; forcing him to hide so he wouldn't get shot on the spot. He left behind many questions about himself, and some that questioned me. Leaving for a year to deal with this brand new conflict took a toll on me. I almost forgot his name.. that dragon...

I could sense the presence of another life form the farther I got into the ocean. The waves wouldn't last forever. As soon as I stepped onto the glass panel, I would be whisked away to above the clouds. In return for hope I had given him faith. The scarf he handed me would be worn for the rest of the time he was gone, even up to now. Seeing him for the first time made me extremely nervous. As dark as it was at the bottom of the ocean, I noticed one small shining glare and I knew it had to be the panel. The beautiful stained glass panel of the moon, it faced completely upwards. As the moon hit the panel, a bright golden light burst up back into the moon. I stared in awe as I could not believe what was happening right before my eyes.

"I miss you."

I remembered him say in his letter.

"I miss you too." I whispered. Staring into the light, I ran as fast as I could into it.

In my eyes, I could see his smile.

My eyes had never  been filled with more tears.

Waves crashed down, leaving no remnants of me ever being there that night. Only the whispers of the waves would tell our tale.