Obsidian

There goes another one. Humans have such short life spans. With my senses I can feel the room, its size and shape. Here lies what many consider to be a dieing, no wait, now a dead hero. A few people stand around the body, I sense their sadness at his passing.



No that is a boring way to tell it. Let me start with... Ah.



Him, a hero, yeah right. He was only a hero because he used my powers to be so.



Some might considering that being a bit full of myself. But really? Him!



What about that time he snagged me under foot when he went to jump, and ended up choking himself... hrmp.



Well I suppose it would be best to explain what I am. To whom? Well I find thinking as though someone is listening to be much less maddening. So you, whoever you are, Bob, Mary, Joe, Jane, or Mopholopus. I am explaining to you. Well here I go. Forgive me if I ramble, since I probably will.



I am a god, well I was a god.. or rather I am a scarf, no wait I not... ehh... let me start over, that didn't happen.



What I mean to say is. I was at one point a creature with god-like powers, but I am now bound to a scarf, a scarlet scarf. Throughout history, animals, humans, men, and women have worn me and made us of my latent powers for their own ends. Most the time they use it for personal gain, so while I complain a bit about this 'hero', there have been far worse. Of course they never get access to my powers, just some bleed through in the way of magical energy.



My powers... yes, I was once Obsidian, a god born from fire. I got bound to the scarf because of a bet a certain someone made... But I will not get into that, I could go on for weeks. Assuming I could anyway. Unfortunately I am not allowed to think while I am worn, but I still remember events that occur. I think it is the only thing so far that has kept me from going completely insane.



I wonder who my next 'owner' will be. Well it is about time to go... Oh right, I transfer to a random location on land within a hundred or so miles a short while after the death of my previous possessor. I think they figured people would bury me with my previous possessor or they would pass me down or some such. There we go. Where...



Ah, I seem to be in a park of some kind... and oh lucky me, a dog. Please, go, shoo. Go away, the last time I got pee'd on no one took me for months. No no, go away. Awaaay. Oh thank goodness, a person. You there, stop this insane creature!



Ahhh... Thankyou... Oh, it looks to be a girl this time, a bit young yet. Picking me up. Oh well, I guess my narrative ends here. Thanks for listeni......