CBC - Origins

First Interlude  (by: Darrin ©06/2005)

A young man sat in his favourite pub, a full pint in his hand. The party that raged around him made him smile and reminisce. He remembered that three months from now he was needed for the event that would mark his final resting place. He chuckled. His good friend would laugh that he found himself remembering forward so easily. He was glad that he had this gift now. It made the transition easier.

He thought about the points of light he'd seen that morning. Stretched across the globe, he had not understood what they meant until he let himself remember forward. Some of the lights were dim. But five of them shone brilliantly and all connected to one blue light that shone the brightest.

He looked over at the man who was standing atop the bar and reciting a poem in his honour and wondered vaguely if he realized the adventure he was inspiring in the originator of the blue light. He supposed it didn't matter. He sat back and enjoyed the poem, then finished his pint in one long draught. He walked over to the man as he jumped down from the bar and smiled at him. Of course, the poem reciter couldn't see him, but it wasn't important, that he was near was all that concerned him.

"And so it begins with an ending," he said softly. The man who had led the pub patrons in a poem looked around as if he'd heard the words. That made the young man laugh, his smile framed by the beard he'd known in another life now dark again, chestnut, as it should always be.

When he is young.