Request (One-Shot)

Only Part

   The soft pitter-patter of raindrops echoed around the dark hall. Light flashed through tinted windows and what appeared to be an old court popped against the darkness.

The air held a certain heaviness to it that warned of conviction, of justice, of judgement. Without flaw, a movement in the corner occurred and the shadows cast by the walls seemed to twitch as if they had a mind of their own.

The shadows began to pulsate and someone who could not comprehend life could even say they thought it was breathing.

Within seconds the air throughout the hall drew colder and a great big foot covered in pure black fur gracefully stood out and begin walking towards the other end. Following the pure black foot came a a crystal tail, catching the light from the windows and reflecting it everywhere.

It seemed as if the Aurora Borealis has been subjected to a chamber of servitude, fighting with every spark of its creation, still with beauty knowing of its downfall.

The tail dragged against the floor creating a scratching sound that echoed the sounds of when the sands of time would bend around the clock's hands, pushing it forward. Going upwards a cloak made of glittering pure black glitter seemed to stand out against the muscular ragged white chest covered in scars of old and new.

A small pocket watch chained to his neck flopped against his chest with every step. Following the clock's arrows in the watch would lead you to a face finally in view of the glistening windows light

It was so hard to describe but so easy to understand what he looked like. A snout of the size of canine and bear came forward first then the cheeks which you would expect from a youngling and not some grown man whose seen years of time, seen the nature of Humanity, seen the world as it turns, or just the particles between grains of sand.

But, whose to say he's grown, he may look it, but who are we to judge?

A heart so young but so knowing, a face so youthful but scarred. Movement brought attention upwards as large ears flopped up and lowered down just as fast as possible finally showing the creature's true wariness which was not reflected within their body.

Closed eyes tilted upwards and opened just barely to stare towards the rain cascading down the windows. Eyes that shined with all colors and yet none at all, eyes that brightened to all and dulled to nothing. Eyes that saw the man making the clock turn, not the machinery of it, or the hands, or numbers, but the man who built and served to create time.

This creature saw the gears creak, the components that click together making the hands turn. This creature saw the battered hands that made these things happen. He saw the person that brought everything.

For, without time, where would we be? He saw this question as something for old and young, a question that only one person in so many timelines had ever solved.

A question that only the man of time making the clocks had discovered. The tall creature closed their eyes and smiled slyly. Yes, they thought to themsleves, it was quite straightforward.

(This is my very first story so any criticism is accepted! :P)