In the beginning, the world was dark.

The earth was draped in a thick dark fog, masking anyone and everyone who could reach any sort of light only see to the tip of their longest finger. People were sick, scared; the world was tied together with the same fears and lifeless dreams for generations.

No one could see, and while they hated it- they lived with it. The people never knew anything besides the darkness that infected the world, they didn't know there was ever going to be something more.

Then one day, there was light.

Garuku Bluemoon, born from the people's hope to one day see, arrived on the day that he would know as the 'First Spark'. Gar cherished those days dearly. The light he brought to the people echoed the ideas of hope and joy, making his own powers blossom as he grew stronger and stronger.

He gave so much light to the people that everywhere Gar travelled people loved him. People were ecstatic to see his work but, it got to a point where people started seeing as if he was a god. He always quickly rejected those ideas.

As humans grew and changed, Gar grew as well. When humans found fire, he made it glow with excitement and wonder, when the first light bulb came to be he made sure it sizzled with as much energy lighting had. He was there through all of it. And he was happy that he would be able to watch the world grow better and brighter.

Then it began, slowly, but to Gar it felt like it was almost instant.

He watched as less and less people around him stopped depending on him, and with it their belief in him vanished too. Every day, while the world seemed to shine normally, Gar's world darkened. The people stopped relying on his powers to light their nights, instead using their manmade light. The joy and excitement Gar had once felt in his chest faded, loneliness taking over where it once was, no one could see him.

He was alone.

He was alone and tired and every part of him hated himself;

This is your fault.
If you didn't give yourself away this wouldn't have happened.
No one cared.
No one will care.
You're better off alone, it's what you get.
You don't deserve it, and you didn't before.

Gar felt depleted, he didn't have as much energy after that. He couldn't seem to do much, and sometimes he just thought it would be easier to just turn off all the lights and let the darkness before the First Spark return.

But he could never bring himself to do it. Seeing all the people around him so happy in the light that Gar made, just the thought of all of it made him feel selfish. Would he really take back all the light just to feel powerful again? Just to feel wanted and needed?

He shook the thought from his head, blinking back to the present time where he was watched children run around a small playground in the middle of a park. Some sat eating ice cream on benches while some sat near their parents' picnic tables eating sandwiches and drinking juice. A soft smile rose to Gar's face and he began walking down the stone path that circled the park.