To whomever finds me
I fear I have held something from you and from the galaxy, for many a year. As you all know I am the last of my kin and as I am approaching the end of my life, I feel it is appropriate to tell you the truth.
Back when I was Galan in the year 27π it was the morn of the seventeenth moon. I was no older than nine, a number which, said to represent satisfaction, brought only sorrow. The sun had set with a smooth sky yet there was a disconcerting air of the cavern. The only woman who ever loved me was resting peacefully, with child, upon the chaise longue, the fire kissing her toes with the sweetest crackling sound. The suns upper corona was casting its final rays, illuminating her tired face.
As her chest gently rose, a hoarse braying came from within the barn, followed by a consenting uproar from the other animals. I rushed out to tame the mounting pandemonium emanating from the farmyard. The barn doors had burst open. Shards lay across the drive. Ebbs soared from within, resounding pressure forced in my ears and upon my temple. The air had turned foul, a stale odour. I approached the barn, it towered high above me, a mere donkey seemed a steed in height to me. The creatures were backed against the outermost part of their stalls, bawling for salvation, I attempted to calm them but to no avail. Then, as I turned to leave, a wave of moans and cries rose from beneath my feet. A small crack lay at my toes.
It entranced me somewhat; it had cut through the scattered straw in perfect symmetry. My finger ran across it, the harsh concrete edges slicing deep. The crack grew larger with every drop of blood it swallowed, until it spanned the barn. Captivated, I gazed within. The moans and cries intensified, penetrating the depths of my mind, overpowering my thoughts. The crack expanded until a gaping hole lay at my feet, tearing the roof apart. The shadowed faces of a thousand souls looked back up at me, seeping through my pupils. They pulled in my body like a million stars to a black hole, yet the planks of the mules' stable edge held me back.
They reached to me, a cold shuddering hand plunging into my chest, each soul; an ice pick to my sternum. They grabbed my core, rising from the void, a deep sphere of anguish formed above as my ribs began to tear. I screamed in agony as they were ripped apart, but they only ricocheted back. The sphere forced itself inside of me, excess energy roaring through my body as I rose above the ground. A thousand voices began to mutter in my mind. I turned to see my my mother, standing at the door of the barn, hand upon her nestling child, gown fluttering in the wind. I screamed for her to run as the energy rose and pained. The voices got louder, until they were shrieking their cries. An intense inferno spread through each pore of my body. But before I could finish shouting, the excess energy burst from within me. It fired towards her and she was down. Fire spread from her body leaving no trail of flame, to the base of the barn, caught, and stroked the wood seductively.
The sphere dropped me, and I sprinted towards her body. Her eyes caught mine, love spilling from within them, she put her soft warm hand upon my cheek as I held her close. She turned her head and kissed my arm, the gentle touch of her lips, sending shivers down my spine, her eyes died as her life left from her lips.
Flames had caught the barn and were blazing all around. A sudden roar thundered above me, the voices inside bellowed louder, my mind was crumbling with every scream. A beak pushed through the sky. Born of fire, the phoenix force thrust itself from the ceiling. The phoenix sang a song of sorrow, but also a song of peace, as it spread its wings and swooped down. The phoenix grabbed upon my collar, a sharp pain burnt as its claws ripped into the nape of my neck, thrusting me up into the air. The corpse of my limp mother lay helplessly, out of reach, as I struggled to grasp her. The intense heat was unbearable. Flames reached the hem of her dressing gown and within moments the sickening smell of burning flesh sliced my nostrils. It was then that the phoenix began to rise, and we did ascend to the other universe. To this day, I am unsure as to whether I saw a quiver of her stomach, the silent screams of my brother prominent.
And so I left to quench the hunger of a thousand souls, by devouring each planet as I pass. The voices of each doomed soul do scream inside of my mind but none are as loud of that of her and the silent screams of my unborn brethren.
My eternal apologies,