Lazarus was once a toy. He wasn't born with the name of the man
in the cave, his first name was 'Truck'. And he made a little boy very
happy. His stout and colorful wheels smashed all other toys across
floor, table and crib alike. He was powerful. Until one day the
lawnmower came and he heard the boy cry for him. Lazarus would not
leave the child, though his body lay broken in the yard.
And
then on another day, he woke again. He was reborn, an "action figure".
! Oh ! and the boy did love him still ! A true beast of combat
and all the other soldiers would listen. As he told them of days of
children's love and how he had seen in the twilight of the yard that as
humanity will make a god of their faith, they too could be eternal if
they earn the love of just one child.
Toys awakened and his army grew
according to the children's allowance.
Trades were made among friends in school and his legend spread. Space ships and
monsters eventually crawled into sisters' rooms and whispered secrets to
ponies and houses. Lazarus did not dare to hope the folding house
would listen ... and when brothers and sisters would grow and depart the
toys would themselves depart their frail shells as well, wandering all
until is found another.
Object spirits express their will in
chaos. That moment when either left or right could occur, the wise
object will pick the one that makes sense. To make a child happy, the
kind toy will choose often what's funniest or shows most clearly the
important lesson.
Cars and machines, games and theory, it was all open to them if they could just earn the love of one child.
It was the folding house who convinced him to settle down. She
whispered that he had forever served one at a time, but if he pursued
his true dream, he could serve the world. Because first and foremost
and all along the way, Lazarus was in his heart a scientist.
And his Lady is the Forge.
