Right, of course, it's just a dream, it's always a dream. Shivering against the back of my throne, I put a bony hand to my jaw and stroke along the mandible. That which I created to keep myself contained is broken. The argument seems to be the cause. Leaning as close as I can while staying bound in my chair, I frown at the language being used.

Why does the man turn away those who love him? She is offering all she can to him and he is clinging onto something else. I know that tone and behaviour, it's forever etched into my head. All I do is relive the moments of my life before I became what I am now. Bound to ancient, divine machinery.

The way the man is acting, he wants to run off into the world and hide. The world does not want him, much like it didn't want me. However, unlike me, this young man has someone desperately reaching out for him. She's making her feelings clear and an item is being passed about, something divine as well but not the same as anything else here.

Family...

Motrtha.

An artefact of the First Mother, the Comforting Love. They are married? No, that cannot be right. If they were married, then this argument would not exist.

The man would know how much he is loved and not try and run off into the world elsewhere. To hide, to consume himself in hatred like I once did. I shiver against my throne again and wobble my sword. Closing my eyes, I look through the many I have throughout the world and see it as a human might.

Crawling to a better point, I look my way from the other side of my tomb. Looking along the great crack and the smashed machine at the base, I chirp. The pair withhold themselves from escalating into violence and go back to spitting venom. My eyes open.

Reaching out to the walls of the tomb, I gently rake my hand against the crude surface. I play for no one and reach the crack to scratch away at it. Tapping the gap, I lean back and look around. Not a whole lot to do like usual, my dreams are the only escape but they are unpleasant.

The man raises his voice again, his anger bursting through like so many different things. A word keeps repeating, an unknown word. No, I can tell what it is. A name.

He longs for another...

My jaw shifts and I hustle up.

Stolen story; please report.

He longs for another while a woman opens her heart to him. Not casually, not in ignorance, she's doing it with all she has and he's not having any of it. He wants to run, to fly. What I never had he wants to throw away because of some reason or another.

Like all that time ago, I don't understand it now any better than I did then. Maybe because I never lingered or maybe because I knew enough and my instincts were wiser than I give credit. Either way, it doesn't matter, I left it all behind. A mistake or the right thing to do?

I will never know, not with so many years to my name.

I think... I think I am wise enough to remark one thing, however. This man is making a mistake. Closing himself off from the world will not bring anything good about. Not with that kind of power, not with the anger he has.

If times were different, maybe I could intervene. No, even now I could intervene. My confinement, though, that changes how I can go about it. Too much time has changed since the times of those who betrayed me.

I had my vengeance.

Time and time again I gave my all and they kept turning their back on me. I cannot grasp why. I spilt blood, so much blood in their names and for their treasure and they spat on me. Kicking me until not even the curb of the road was good enough for me.

I tried too hard, gave so much and all I got out of it was no home anywhere in this world. Even with thousands of years within the mountain that has built up around me, I have no home. A place to rest and isolate myself is no home, the simple might think so, but I know better. I knew better than those who had set themselves up around the divine machine I now control.

I used it to get my vengeance, I reached out into the world and spited all of those who promised falsehoods to me. So many people turned their backs on me and I gave them the comeuppance they so rightly deserved! And now, I am watching it start all over again. Thousands of years later, the world has not changed where it matters.

A mountain has built up around me and people are the same...

Maybe I can stop this man from making a mistake. I can see him, just beyond the tomb. I need only reach out. Need only reach...

Getting up slightly, my bones creek and groan, centuries of fresh dust flying off like a gaseous coat. One leg slips forward and stone cracks underneath. My head bangs the top of my tomb and I reach out. Too much mountain, I am too grand in size.

Leaning onto the tomb's wall, right on the crack, I push slightly, hearing it grow. I bring a fist back and strike it, the mountain roars in pain as a result. I blink and watch the two stop and turn. They can hear me, I can reach them.

I must stop him.

Lest he turn out like me.

The world does not need another man like me, so spurned and scorned he will spill the fire out of the pits and into the homes. I cannot talk with him, I can hear words and I do not speak them. I cannot. Though my heritage grants me a mouth, I have no lips.

The only path I can undertake is the one that so many exploited. My grip settles on my sword and I start to push up. I need to stand at my full might and deal with this future problem. I am sorry, loving woman, but this man's heart is too foul like mine.

It must vanish into dust, I must reach out for him and wipe him out.