Tiny Stories: The Promise of Comfort

Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…

Magic fades with age and I am nowhere near as powerful as I was in my prime, but know you this, my precious cherub, even as I lay here dying, this promise I make to you:

When you decide it is time for you to venture out into the world, no matter where the road you choose to travel on takes you, no matter how severe the detour your despair diverts you from your true purpose, my arm will always find its way to you to offer the comfort needed to carry on.

You will never be alone, this I swear on the remaining ember of my life.