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Sitting in the grassy knoll
he stares out at his Father.
The old man is battered and
tired, like any other veteran
of time. He gallops towards
his Father, with the same
childish demeanor that has always
blessed and cursed him. He gently
bites onto his Father's trousers
and takes him into the direction
of the Valley of Fountains. His
Father grabs him by the scruff,
to reassure himself that his son
is still with him.

The Old Man stares at his son,
Loki, with a love that only
a Father can give. He wishes
he didn't have to rely on the
boy with his own body. But he
knows that he won't be bothering
him soon enough. Hopefully the
boy can handle the burden just
for a little bit longer.

"I feel as if I'm on a flying carpet
made out of glass, ready to shatter
any second now".

"What"?

"Oh nothing, just take me home, son
... Thank You".