One of them looked particularly thoughtful.
Age crouched down and peered into the little girl's eyes. They were hazel, innocent, and uncertain.
"Youth, what are you wondering about?" Age asked.
"What’s it like to be all grown up? Will I be like mommy or sister?"
Age smiled and glowed with warmth. "You are your own person. Time will accompany you. Wonder, Youth. Wonder, and dream. Time will be what you make of it."
The Youth stared at Age as if she were mesmerized. He knew that she did not fully understand him. It was always the same, pure expression he received.
Age placed his large hand around the Youth's tiny shoulder. "Do not let Time leave you regrets." He said.
"I want to go to the magic kingdom of fairies!"
The Old God nodded as he chuckled. "And you shall, as you believe."
Reluctantly, Age lifted his hand from the Youth. He turned his back and wept.
"Why are you crying? Will you come with me?" She beamed and giggled.
Time then enveloped the Youth once more, without question. Without pity. Without hate.
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