Happy New Year

 New Years Eve 

Deep in realms of magic in the castle of time. The spirit of the year stood and looked down upon the world. The year was far advanced, and the mortals below were even then celebrating the change of the year. The spirit of the year felt his strength fleeing from him as the minutes inevitable moved him to that inevitable renewal. He turned and moved into the castle and came to the hall of time where attendants helped him onto his throne, the throne of the ages. He felt his strength continuing to drain from him as he was helped onto his throne.  

Each minute that counted down to the new year was like the slow beat of a failing heart and he felt it like that what was happening to him. A misty mirror appeared before his throne and cleared showing the great celebrations of those on the mortal realm as they counted down to the new year. 

10 

He denied what would happen. It always happened to him at the time of renewal. He knew that the old year would end and a new one would come bright and new. He would be gone just a memory in the halls of time. 

9 

He denied the coming of the new year. There would be no new year coming, and he would live one for all time the only true year of ages. He would not lose his identity and his existence to the new year. He would just continue existing and gain new experiences and he would never have to change again. 

8 

He felt the anger come. Why must he always give up his existence for a new year. He hated that this must always be a cycle. He hated it 

7 

He moved his anger to the mortals who were always so ready to see him gone so a new year could come. That the new year would somehow be better for them than he was. He was angry at them for their celebration of his end. He would never come again so why were they always so ready for him to be gone. 

6 

He wanted to make a deal that would allow him to continue to exist. He deserved to exist in a way that none of the other years deserved. He would somehow find a deal that would end with his memory and Identity being those of the new year. So that even when he was renewed, he would continue to exist.  

5 

He could also make a deal with the mortal so that they would not celebrate the passing fo the year and perhaps he would not have to go. That he would persist if none were to celebrate the passing of a new year. He would make any bargains so that he could continue to exist beyond the new year. 

4  

A wave of sadness came over him, and he slumped into his throne. He would effectively die. His memory and Identity would be stripped from him, and the New Year would come clean and new memories, and a new Identity would come to the New Year. He did not want to die. 

3 

He let his sadness come as he watched the mortal they cared so little for the year that he was. Always so convened the new year is going to be better and yet never appreciating the year that was and was passing away. He was simply depressed by the very basic callousness to the mortals. 

2 

He had lost so much of his strength and with it he felt a calm come over him. He knew that this was an inevitable part of the design. Other years had come to this too, and each had given way for the new year to come. He would do the same and a new year would come. 

1 

The mortals celebrate a new year, and many would remember the old year, and that is enough. This was a part of the design, and he would accept his part in the designs. Even if he did not particularly like it. His memories and Identity would be a memory in the halls of time. Just as all the other years had done. 

Happy New year 

The spirit of the year seized up, and in the final beath the old year passed, and his body fell to dust. The attendant approached the throne of the ages and saw where the old year had sat was a new infant. The attendant tended to the new year. The new year looked around in wonder at all he saw, and as the minutes passed, he slowly began to grow.