Esctasy

Eyes closed, heart thumping, the liquid in his veins doing its job.
The breeze making him sway, a little more violently than he would have liked. Blowing his long mane in the direction of its choosing.

Happiness. He knew it well. Had know it all his life, just hadn't realised it, uptil now.

Distancing himself on the top of the world, one step away from meeting it again. He didn't enjoy the rush, he just pretended to.

His emotions had been threatening to deceive him and spread through his very life, unvolunteeringly making his existence far more comfortable.

They had figured out a way to eternal gratification. And they didn't want to hide it any longer.

He opened his eyes to the magnanimity of the gods. The dawn saluting his ambition, its warmth comforting him like the arms of a mother.

It wasn't the dawn of time but that of the last stage of life itself. Where the most prized possession wasn't tangible but something of another order.

A secret.

That was now his. To keep or not.