"What were they like?" he found himself asking, against his better judgement. "your…friends," he elaborates, waving somewhat helplessly at the few drawings that looked as though they had been taken straight from life itself and floundering for the right word to describe the individuals shown "From…before,"

It took a while for it to sink in. As in, really sink in. The first few weeks or so he spent in a complete daze, barely aware of what was going on around him, of where he was. Of who he was. And now he stands here, hands in pockets, staring at a slab of stone with his own name engraved on it.

It is confusing and bizarre and he is going to figure out what it is as soon as he possibly can. Whispers like the yells of the the undead, on the corner of his awareness; like the distant echo of a breeze, something like a child's laughter.

The wind whips past. He can feel tears leaking from his eyes, but he feels lighter than he has in a long time. Images flicker past his closed eyes, and he thinks for what must be the last time 'goodbye' and 'thank you'. He hits the core. He does not expect to wake up again. He doesn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't to wake up. A Tomix Saga Finale Fix-fic.

In one universe, a young boy picks up an orb of pure darkness, says no and walks away, later to become of of Lore's greatest warriors of light, and a young girl cannot resist temptation, picks up that orb and spends years in the darkness. In another universe, things go a little bit...differently