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To The Emerald
the passing to the emerald from the indigo
The Indigo tribe remained behind the veil of the scenes as a mystery, out from what it would be thought they helped giving their powers to help create the Green Lanterns. Cherishing life they were raise to learn that all lives matter, they could manifest as criminals having the non arbitrary freedom manifesting extreme empathy transforming despicable malice with compassion.
Abin Sur steeped in on the pursuit as one of the first Green Lanterns to discover the secrets of the prophecy that would bring closer to him the fear of The Blackest Night and cause the deaths of countless others is what brought about his death. He was also obsessed with immortality. Originally seen as just a dying alien on earth searching for the most worthy successor, a pausing sequence is carried away for the power of his ring for Hal Jordan to become the bravest man for a stronger generation. We now might know there were many hidden layers as to any character, but a noble sacrifice brought the whole notion of the Green Lanterns to Earth.
The vessel that Abin Sur had piloted was abducted by the Government of United States who searched on its motive to study the alien technology. On his smelly dirty costume, crashed Abin let the lantern ring guide him to his suitor among them was Clark Ken a journalist, but he wished a native from the planet Earth. He was buried on this planet by Hal Jordan with shared words passing the ring to continue his duty.
Its good to note that in few lines we have books of history among, and nothing will become matter if is not passed. You think you are the only one who has been chosen to be hooked up with the power of Emerald Ion. Its source pulls, pushes you wields you with its nemesis. Among all this layers and dimensions a memory perpetuates to exist in all interacting races. You can have doubts, you can fight, but you can let them overwhelm you.
This is a breve narration where the Darkest Night made a pilot crash in his own duel, its entirely another thing when others life are in your hands. A freaking version in finding new dimensions and letting go, surrendering to a long call. What sort of green lantern becomes white, one who has broad to the afterlife his own colours in one.
To the fortunes of the emerald shining with trust with the jade shades. Hope is to that whom is far away, Abin's soul would find a place to sit next to Hal. A small asteroid, a floating rock without shelter or orbit who belongs but in this space. This spotless fragment who sink downs in the centre of the being. A soul might be nothing without a body, and a body too might loosen up without the spirit to gather its soul back. In communion as the constellations, and all those who travel with the mind and body, as the rocks who stand. Supported by nothing unknown as your balance practise on one foot for the next and there is no one but your hands wrapped around your throat. A light touches our souls finding there is no really a place to go.
The will of all things part from this mystery, even to Abin who was known to have an indomitable will to his end, he missed that place and watched from the parallel entanglings of the same very energy who started to irradiate again with a full indomitable TRUST. For Abin HOPE was too distant, even do, is good to have an orientation and station towards finding spaces.
Abin would be unseen next to Hal's questions to his own last memory on his dirty broken uniform, his soul would laugh with an inch of faint, he could materialised an image and project into any form. His own. A friend. A brother. He just found nothing to be so peaceful as to way bother when there is not a problem to fix anything. Hal gave everything to those he considered they need their space to range their free will, as if his ring can be all over the place for everyone's will. For Abin to give Hal an impression would give him another will, when is in him to wield his own influence at a time through the curving alignment of 'it's' space. 
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