Heaven's Gardens

Endymion

Endymion was bored.

That was the one thing he was certain of at that exact moment.

Well, that and he was tired of having Polaris hover over him like the nursemaids he had seen tending children on the surface. There had to be a way to convince the overbearing Star that he should be allowed the freedom to run free through the gardens of his home without someone insisting he slow down.

It occurred to Endymion that all the yelling might have been because he seemed to trip and fall over things that had not been there even moments before. But that certainly was not his fault! The ground just sort of seemed to rise up when he wanted higher bits to climb on, or sink down if he wanted a place to hide from Polaris or whichever other Star had decided to drop by that time.

If Polaris hadn't wanted him to trip and fall so often, maybe he shouldn't have made a garden that changed so much!

Endymion plopped down on a small outcropping that popped out of the ground as soon as he had though he might have a seat. A bit of a sigh left him before he curled his feet up underneath him.

Might as well take advantage of this. It's comfy. He thought to himself, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand. And then an idea struck him.

Endymion looked at his seat and, wrinkling his nose with thought, he bade all the flowers on the spot to disappear.

And just as quickly as he wished it, the star flowers just disappeared.

The sudden obedience made Endymion jump with surprise. Now beneath his figure was an opaque silvery sort of stone unlike anything that was visible on the surface. The sight only made him more curious about what lay under all of the silvery flowers.

Was it all this same stone? Or was there something different? Why was it that the ground was solid enough for them to walk and run around on and the flowers to grow, and yet, all of them could peer through it to look at the world below?

Maybe Polaris knew the answers to his questions.

But to find out if the Star did know anything about the land, Endymion supposed that he would have to actually ask the questions aloud. That was something he did not wish to do. He was having fun frustrating his guardian by pretending to be unable to talk.

Because that was at least slightly entertaining.

Which brought him back to his initial complaint.

Endymion was so bored he did not even know what to do with himself that could be slightly entertaining without resulting in him getting yelled at for being hurt. Again. It wasn't like he didn't just heal to be the same way he was before he fell down.

And the healing always happened with flashes of light that resulted in more prayers from the people down on the surface.

Endymion just didn't understand how that hurt anyone on the surface even if Polaris insisted on belaboring that fact. The people wanted someone to pray to for a whole long list of things. His flashing lights just gave them belief there was someone there. What was wrong with that?

Maybe if he went to visit his sister she would have some insight that could lead to the answers that went with his questions. Surely Polaris could not get to angry about him going off to see Helia.

After all, they were siblings. Endymion had watched many siblings on the surface spend hour upon hour playing and entertaining each other. Maybe Helia would be willing to do the same for him.

Silently, Endymion dropped behind the small rise he had rested upon, and was surprised when it grew to give him a bit more cover. Peeking around all the sides of the outcrop to make sure Polaris did not have his sharp eyes turned toward the West at that precise moment, he then took off at a run toward the golden end of the garden.

The search for Helia had begun!