(Third Person Entry) Memories of a Creation....
Edward had often sat alone in the dark, mostly in a corner or off to the side where he wouldn't be a bother to anyone. He enjoyed watching people pass by unnoticed. He stayed close to the shrine and listened to those that grieved for loved ones or to those that wanted to pay respects to those that they loved. He preferred to stay as close to the shrine as possible.
There were days that Edward wouldn't come to eat. He didn't need nourishment like his human counterparts. Most of the time, he only ate on a social basis. He didn't feel well enough to partake in anything lately.
A little girl had come into his presence. He noticed immediately that she was blind by the milky color of her eyes. She wasn't accompanied by any adult. He didn't see anyone with her. "Are you lost?" His voice was smooth and calm.
"No, mister. Thank you, but I'm here to guide you." The girl giggled melodiously which confused Edward slightly.
"I'm not lost."
"Yes you are and I can prove it." She reached out her tiny hands to touch Edward's temples which caused him to jump slightly, then his eyes closed as the darkness took him to another time; a time where his father still lived and a time before Edward was a creation.
"Where am I?" Edward asked. The little girl was not in sight. She was no where in the castle where the walls, draperies and floors were of pristine condition along with the furniture and the roof. No one answered his question.
A man in his late 30's walked down the stone staircase carrying all sorts of papers in his hand. Edward recognized this man to be his father and beamed a smile. Edward had never seen his father look so young and vibrant yet there was an air of depression that loomed over the inventor's head. "Failures.....all of them." He tossed the papers onto a nearby table and stormed off.
Edward watched in silence as the scene unfolded before him. "Father?" Edward's voice was left unheard and he was left alone with the papers. In the distance at the far side of the mansion a heavy door slammed and echoed through the halls.
Edward leaned over the table where the papers where tossed aside and found his design for making Edward. The moment that hie reached his bladed hand to turn the page, his hand went through the table like an apparition through a wall. Edward gasped and began to panic while cutting his face in the process.
Edward soon realized that he was in the past, nearly 50 years in the past was more akin to his recollection. Edward was confused on how he had gotten here and so he watched in silence as the years in his mind's eye ticked by and the inventor that he had known as "Father" was beginning to age right before his eyes with many a moon passing from day to day, week to week, then later year to year. Edward's dream of knowing his father and speaking to him was becoming more and more a reality as soon as Edward saw the reason for his creation or coming to being. "My father.....loved me." Edward finally spoke.
Edward saw more in this "dream" than he ever had in his entire life. He watched as his father talked and smiled at the face that would soon be Edward's. "You'll make a fine son. It doesn't matter now if you are not of flesh and bone. You're my son and that's all that matters. You'll be my greatest accomplishment and my greatest legacy."
"Father...." Edward smiled. He wanted to show his father that his greatest achievement was still alive and well and that his memory would live on through Edward.
Through Kim, Edward had learned the meaning of love. Through Peg, he learned the meaning of kindness. Through Kevin, he learned the meaning of honor and though Bill, he learned what it took to be a man in his eyes. He learned through his mistakes over the years that it didn't matter what he looked like as long as he had honor and cherished those around him.
"I met new friends, Father. You would like them." Edward said with a hint of sadness in his tone. He blinked away his tears. "They said I can talk to you at any time now. I believe them."
The inventor continued his work in putting Edward together. He doubled over from a pain his chest and he nearly lost his balance. "It's okay, Edward. I'm old, but I still have some life in these bones to give you." He stood and picked up his tools once again to finish what he had started. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that there is nothing that you can't do."
"I understand now what you have told me." Edward knew that his father couldn't hear him. He said it mostly for his own reassurance.
The months went by and Edward was near completion. He looked at himself and smiled. "You'll do fine. Father is right. You will accomplish great things." The bladed hand of his other self clicked to life, signifying that he was heard. "You can hear me?"
"Yes." The more pristine and newly created self of Edward said softly. The inventor was asleep in his bed at this point.
"Have you dreamed?" The older Edward asked softly.
"No. What is a dream?"
Edward looked out the window with his dark eyes in thought. He didn't know how else to put it other than what he remembers a dream to be. "A dream is a picture in your mind that you remember from somewhere. When you dream, dream of a time where there is no hate."
"What is hate?"
"It is the driving force of man to hurt another without cause other than rage."
"Rage?"
"Rage is a feeling that men have when they want to hurt another without a reason. Be weary. Without love, rage can consume you."
"Love?"
"It is the emotion that when you feel it, you'll never want to let it go."
"I do not understand."
"You will in time."
Edward had woken up to see that the blind little girl was no longer there and his father's ring was around his neck on a chain. Edward looked down at it and felt tears for the first time in many years. These tears didn't feel the same as when he saw Kim in her final moments. These tears felt....liberating to him as if he had closure to his pain. "I miss you, Father. Thank you for listening."
Edward stood up and left the shrine toward the house. Night had fallen onto the land and he stood in the middle of the garden with a smile. "Thank you." Edward turned his face up at the moon and knew that his father was there waiting for him.