Gravity takes hold and a star is born

People need to take charge and people need to let go of power. It sounds contradicting, but it's true. Someone needs to lead a group and take charge to make sure something gets done, but at the same time, they cannot hold power. They have to give the power to the people they lead.

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Bryan opened his eyes. A girl knelt above him. An angel knelt above him. "Am I dead? Is this heaven?" The girl shook her head and chuckled.

Her hair swung around her head and brushed her nose. Her face gleamed in the glow from the fireplace. Her touched soothed aches he had since he broke his knee in high school football. She smelled like . . . like . . . There was nothing in the world that smelled as sweet as her.

Suddenly Bryan could see more. The light had not changed, but he could see things about this being that tended him. She didn't like to see people hurt, even if they were her worst enemies. She couldn't sit still and do nothing for very long. She valued knowledgen and thrived to learn more each day. She hated bugs - they were the only things she could kill. The most important thing in the world was friendship. And something else, something dark. Bryan couldn't make it out.

"What were you running from?" Her voice shattered the vision and all was dark again.

"Running? What do you . . ." Bryan sat straight up. His head spinned. The last thing he remembered was running in the cold. A pain in his shoulder. Blood, lots of blood. "I don't know who. Or where I was trying to go. Or anything besides that I had to get away. Besides that I had to keep it safe." He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. The object that started everything.

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Peace out.