Pathfinder: Avengers of Westcrown
When you stare into oblivion
I ran… like a coward, i just up and fled. the presence in my head and the spontaneous appearance of enemies proved too much for rational thought to handle. But it turns out that the multi-verse is a cruel place that has no concept of what is right and good. as i fled down the hallway i ran into nothingness… the church, the avengers, Manden’s stupid alter… all gone, nothing no sight nor sound. no taste, no colour. there was nothing, sitting their staring back at me like some grotesque display that you cant help but watched. and it called to me. called me to come and join the folds of naught. there was no betrayal here, nothing to fear, no perimeters to check, no guilt. and it took on the face of the beautiful Sakkaku, calling to me. telling me not to fear. there was comfort here. i hear the clash of steel and flame from whence i came, and the voice grows more insistent. no fighting, no pain, no shadows to hide in… just… nothing. i could not feel, i could not think. i could only float there watching slowly being emptied. and then it all crystallized. There would be time for nothing when i died. those monsters and voices in my head were no more frightning than the void. Mamoru was needed, and the blade of shadows would be there this time for the ones that needed him. i buried my tanto into my hand down to the hilt, and relished in the pain. focused on it. it was something, it was REAL. and i held onto that lifeline and pulled myself back from beyond glancing back only when my feet rested upon the stones. i turned back, “not this time…” and ran down to help my friends.