The young are often more creative than the old.
Not yet formed to their disposition in the future; Imagination in the present view they see.
Of course that can be twisted in reverse.
However the imagination is often more grounded than the whimsy story of a child that knows no pain.
A classic case is that of a hero.
An extreme case of that is the hero and the ruler of demons.
Many titles come and go for such an adversary.
Status is the representative. Power the equivalency for rank.
A natural fight of good and evil. Most remarking from young people. To be special.
Hence the imagination inflated not what they are, but of a future unlikely to be.
Far from the cycle most live.
In that regard, the imagination must be a soaring bird. Or that of a writer.
Imagination is not hard. It is, without a doubt, hard to hone and focus on imagination with specific ideas at hand.
An innovation is the spark and trailblazing of the new.
To come up with one, is a strenuous task.
The image may come to mind, but the process is excruciating.
Children, follow their hearts more than their mind. Their emotions emboldened by free spirit.
The caring for fluidity does not come to them.
If it contradicts previous statements or rules, they either correct that, or do not.
Splitting themselves into two opposite sides.
Favoring emotion and self interest.
Restraint for reason and catering of others.
Likewise, this is not exact. It flops as much as a fish on land. Or a coin randomly landing on one side.
Just because they choose one, does not immediately set them up like that.
Sparking a conflict of differing view points.
However the child does not mind their role.
If they were to choose, they would of course, be the prevailing hero.
But sometimes that won't be the option available. If they must, they will carry it out.
The day was forever more bright.
Despite the curling shadows gazing far and wide. A voiceless calling. The child is never one to reject adventure.
"It's not time yet."
Curious eyes towards the person standing.
"Give it time. There's no rush is there?"
The child hesitantly nodded.
"Heh. Come back soon. Time's money."
The rest that comes to the child was to have never did. It was scared by the jumpy thoughts.
An uncontrollable smile dawned.
Shimmering heat shaking the hands once controlled by the brain. Is there a what if?
Can it be?
The child's thoughts, simple but ultimately complicated even for the average person.
It could. It could be.
Never once has this feeling disappeared, sapped of it's mysterious energy.
With war emerging once more as the final one of the millenia, the blood spilled will weep deep below the hardened solids of the world.
The future as bright as the stars in the sky.
The purging of the despised mirroring the resolution embedded in the child's boisterous heart.
Each melody decisively crafting the image the child imagined years prior.
The call came.
The eyes of heaven can no longer ignore.
With age, the child now drags the unworthy.
To set off and see the vast journey that could unfold.
Were they what they imagined when they were young?
No.
This was their role.
Breathing life into their fantasies. Unquelled by nagging, realism, and weird looks.
This was by no means an untrustworthy world.
But it was not the greatest.
If their hand of determination, with the imagery of the past, can shape the world just like those who marked their names in history, then there was no stopping.
With everything and nothing, they moved forward.
Each destination, each puzzle blooming into a record.
Notice of their presence was inevitable.
They paid no heed. Their journey was not to feel like one. But to be one.
Smiling with care and a fiercely burning will.
To replay the legend of the past if they so wished.
The cries of the unfortunate blew wind over the land. It was not enough.
They wandered far and farther.
With faces coming and going. Their title they never placed on themselves springing unto the child via others.
Did it matter? It did not.
The child moved to see their dreams they always saw.
Undertaking the defeat the eyes of heaven so dearly wanted.