“Still as a shadow and quiet as a cat. What is something? Where is that? Wandering minds, lost souls, doomed to wander the paths of Cole. Spirits, demons, Gods, and Men, look and watch, wait for the dead. Dragons fly, men must die. Elves enchant, while dwarves chant, all will end, black and dark, doomed to wander the paths unmarked. In the spire one once sat, watching as the others chat. hell has come, all is done, one has gone, has gone away, gone to wander, somewhere safe.”
Cole mutters to himself as he looks out the window of Skyhold. He moves the brim of his hat and stares out at the retreating sun, going slowly behind the hills. “Are you alright Cole? You seem upset.” I stand behind him, a few feet away.
“Upset is I for reasons none. Lost and cold for I am Cole. Those who follow meet their fate, dead but happy away from hate.” He turns from the window and towards me “All souls follow, Men and Elves and Dwarves alike. Demons and Gods, try to make or solve strife. I am lowly among the ranks, try as I might, we are unlike. You are power and I comply, three as one, but two are gone, gone to rule in the land their own. Looking after those who pass, but one is forgotten, tis the last. Sent back time and time again only returns when time has end. Upset is I for reasons none, worried, no, for times not undone. But lost and cold, that is I, forgotten and lost. For my name is Cole.”
I look at him, he's not much bigger than me, maybe by 4 or 5 inches, and always wears a hat that cover his eyes, so only his face and blonde hair peak out. “You feel lost.” He nods, I ask him to walk with me and the two of us walk through the corridors “I feel lost sometimes too, like ‘why am I stuck here come on I've had enough!’ And then I see some kind of little sign, maybe someone is treated unfairly or hurt, something like that. And I'm like ‘ohhhh right.’ And that gets me back on track a bit. Does that ever happen to you? You feel like you're lost just wandering around and then you see someone who you can help.” Cole nods
“help me please, said the girl, she pleaded and begged and I knew what to do. Draw the dagger from its sheath, I'm sorry said I and she weeps. Plunged into the heart quick and easy, you are free now, no more captivity. Swiftly and silent I slip away, only to find more and more in infamy”
He understands how he became who he is, good. “If you ever want to talk Cole, you know where to find me. And I have a book for you, it has these people called The Lost Boys in it. The books called Peter Pan.” I withdraw the book from my bag at my side and hand it to him, he takes it and opens it, the pages flutter as they flip. “Thank you.” Cole says to me and walks away reading the book diligently. He is a bit like one of them I guess. Cole is a lost boy, in his own way.
Cole likes to speak in riddles and read people's minds and you have no idea how long it took me to think of his dialogue, and continuing the trait that Ali loves books as that was their main source of imagination so they tell Cole about Peter Pan.
Until next time,
Max
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