The Timekeeper’s Legacy

      Sometimes, events happen that we don’t really pay attention to. We don’t consider them important, or think they’re noteworthy enough for them to be recognized. We don’t see the purpose behind these mundane events. I do though. I collect them—all of them. It’s a hobby of sorts, in the loosest sense of the word. It’s more akin to my job at this point, collecting all these events and storing them somewhere else. I realize that writing this down—telling you this, makes little sense. You are simply reading one of my journal entries, after all. The last one of all of these.
      Let me start at the beginning, since I have a feeling this is where you shall start. You are the one trailing in my footsteps. The steps I took ages ago—ones so old, that I’m not sure if the imprint I left still exists. I must admit though, my sweet summer child—I’ve known about you for a while. I’ve seen you trying to follow me. You lack the knowledge and courage required to do so, but that comes with time. I must admit though, and give credit, where credit is due: None of your kind—of elvenkind—have ever tried to pursue me before. It makes me happy to see that though.
      I would assume that you are at least aware of my identity—of what I do by now—though, I have been meticulous in hiding my identity for eons now. You do not reach my age and not learn how to hide yourself from others. I am a timekeeper. One of many ancient sages that seek to keep the flow of time going by documenting certain events. We all serve different purposes. It would just happen to be that I see all the little, mundane events that happen between people as part of my duty.
      I wonder though. Why do you pursue me? Why do you try to continue finding me? Is it, perhaps, that you wish to take my job from me? Relegate me to continuing this as a hobby and nothing more? Heh. I realize the futility in asking this question to you. I will live forever more wondering your answer. But, if you truly wish to take my job from me, all you must do is seek these moments. These little, quiet moments of time. Learn how to use them to your advantage—as a breath from the pains and toils of reality. And eventually, my sweet summer child… you will learn how to spot these moments as they arise, and how to create them for yourself as a break away from reality.
      At the end of the road, where all time grinds to a complete halt, you will find me. Waiting. That assumes one thing too—you want to follow this pathway. If you do not wish to follow this pathway down with me, then I will realize it once you begin straying away. Do not fret, if you wish to stray. Someone will always take the mantle from the old, and carry it until they can no longer carry their torch by themselves, where our cycle will repeat once more.
      ~ Timekeeper.
      
      The old man stopped, setting the quill down. They looked into the light of the candle burning besides them. The fire was their only companion at this age. Slowly, it was burning down into nothing—just like the Timekeeper’s torch. It was only an inevitability. The old man smiled though. Happy to have lived as long as he did. To see all those little moments they found. Snuffing the candle out, they turned around to face the library behind them. Full of these quiet little moments he cherished so much. Closing the book, he slowly walked among its shelves, until finally, he stopped. Looking up, he smiled. He was out of room to run.
“Silently, I shall follow you into the quiet night, my old friend,” he said with a smile, before putting the book back on the shelf, and vanishing without so much as a wink. At the same time as this, an elf looked up, realizing what their life was truly calling them for.

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