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He kept the words so dear to him in glass bottles. So fragile, yet of high importance. Almost like him. An important man that can so easily be broken, he who holds a vast amount of knowledge; he who battles for his planet, and quite possibly the world.

Every night he would retreat to the silence of his library, close his eyes and let the words wreath the air around him. For a few moments he can almost smell the breeze blowing down from the mountains, feel the sunlight on his face. For a few moments he is a boy again, in a field of red grass.

Then the words fade into the hum of the trees against the wind and the image falters behind his eyes and he is alone, again.

He stays silent, quietly walking by the shelves of books, gently dusting his fingertips along the spines. Feeling worlds that have been captured in leather bindings. Worlds not quite real, but living all the same. It was a wonderful feeling, a mysterious one. Yet lonely and saddening. Only he can have this insane amount of knowledge; know universes among universes, something humans can't quite discover.

It was an adventure, a marvellous one. The adrenaline rush, the pitter patter of his heart. Oh, did he love it. Traveling through time and space, all the while saving worlds. Along side him his companions, his fantastic sidekicks. Solving puzzles and saving him from his loneliness and despair. Yes, it was dangerous, but it was an adventure that you can't help but love. One that you can't forget so easily. Those memories will always be in his heart, those fond memories he doesn't want to forget.

So with a smile he said, "allons-y."