A fake will always be a fake

It doesn’t matter how perfect the imitation is

The blacksmith’s student understood this

But because he did

He could appreciate the perfection of his master’s creation

In his eyes

The gods who would give him wealth beyond his wildest imaginations

Were nothing but fools

Forever chasing a shadow

Unable to ever face the light

Until he heard tales of the embodiers

A race that lived on a planet called Volen

And for the second time in his life

He was the fool

They were fakes that were surpassing the originals.

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