And Xion stood up, toes barely grazing the tower that rose above the earth, spiraling miles and miles into the atmosphere. His eyes pulsed and swirled with delight as they consumed the vision that they long sought to behold; the earth. It lay far below, cut in half by day and night, a lingering twilight slowly rushing to consume the earth in darkness and leaving behind its previously conquered domain to be reclaimed by the dawn. In the wake of the twilight, beyond the reach of the sun, there lay night. This darkness was permeated only by the glimmering earth-stars of man's territory. Galaxies and universes all contained within clusters of brightness and separated by vast expanses of nothingness. Galaxies. Universes. Men. And Xion stood atop his tower, gazing down upon it all. Upon them all.
Then he heard a voice call out from above him. Xion turned and, to his eternal dismay, faced another tower, nearly twice the height of his own. He craned his neck to see what being sat atop this pillar. Who could possibly stand higher than him? What vioce had the audacity to call down upon him? There, among the stars, he saw a pale face straddled by long black hair. Slit eyes peered down from above their greek domain, and the mouth even further below was stretched into a wide smile.
"Hello!" said the man who stood higher than Xion.
"Who are you?" Cried out Xion, terrified and intrigued by this strange man. "How did you rise so high?"
The man simply continued his proud grin. After ages it seemed, the man spoke again, and all the stars around him quaked with the sound of his voice: "I am...The Helm."
1000th post, woo!
