The Lord of the Undying Storm leaned in slightly.
“Without looking up, do you know if the stars are there?” He mumbled, the deeper tones of his voice resonating in the air. “Of course they are. Tomorrow they will be in the sky as well, just as they have for all time.”
“Every time I threw my axe,” He slowly placed it back on his back. “It returned to me; not because of any promise or any ruling, but because I knew it would. There is no one alive to tell me why it does what it does, only that it must do it.”
“Simple Child of Fire. The flames bore you; they must be stoked, kept fresh and bright, lest the life leave them and their light vanish from the universe.” He glanced at the fire, frowning at it slightly. “But after the fire is gone, the cold will still be there. Fire is passion and life; ice is silent. Fire… Is temporary.”
His eyes moved back to Blaze. “Tomorrow will come. The world will always have its Betrayers, its Masks of Time. Take a lesson from the cold; what has been will be again, and what has lasted thus far is here forever.”
He glanced back towards the fire, watching the flames eat away at the wood, turning it into a powdery white ash. “Some things you wish could leave never do.”