Part 1: Awakening

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'Darkness. That is the one thing that I have been seeing for what feels like centuries. I made an ultimate sacrifice to protect the world and have been cursed to not be able to do anything besides listening to my own thoughts as a result... but I don't regret it one bit. In fact, I would gladly do it again, to protect my friends. Wait... what is that light? Has Nyx broken free? Has Elizabeth or Igor figured out a way to seal Nyx besides using me? Will I get to see my friends again?'

These were the thoughts of a strange boy before he slipped into unconsciousness and slept, for the first time in an eternity of being forced to stay awake, and exist indefinitely in the unwelcoming grasp of nothingness.

~~~3rd POV~~~

The mid-day sun shimmers through a small gap in the deep, marble clouds. The light casts an illumining and focused presence on a desolate hillside, decorated and embroidered with flowers baring a myriad of colors, allowing the hill to bare it's life into the skies. In the center of the light, a teenage boy lays in the middle, bathing in the golden afterglow cast above.

The boy has slightly above-average height and a lean build. He has mid-length, blue hair, in which his bangs cover his right eye. He wears a black and white school uniform with a red and black armband on his left arm with the word 'S.E.E.S' written on it. He has a cylinder-shaped music player hanging from a lanyard on his neck, which is connected to silver clip-on headphones, also hanging from his neck, which are resting on his chest.

The boy twitches, and weakly opens his grey, tired eyes as he gazes up at the hole in the clouds. He slowly sits up on the prickly grass, a blank, emotionless, look remaining on his face throughout the entire time. He looks around at his surroundings which he sees as a deep and wooded forest. He looks at his hand a clenches it to make sure that this is indeed reality.

???: What just happened? Am I back in Iwatodai? Did I get... unsealed?

The boy spoke with a soft, monotone voice 

He starts to slowly push himself up to a stand when he feels something cold and metallic. He looked down at his hand and gasped lightly. 

???: 'My Evoker? I thought I dropped it when fighting Nyx.'

He spoke as he picked up the gun-shaped object and looked intently at it. The shiny silver was scratched up and scarred from hundreds of battles. The writing on the side was still legible, but barely.

He then grasped the object tightly in his right hand while closing his eyes. He slowly rose the Evoker and pushed the barrel against the side of his head. He grasped the trigger as he whispered the word that granted him happiness, but ended up taking his life.

???: Per...so...na! 

When his lips closed, he pulled the trigger with force, as the sound of a gunshot accompanied with the sound of  shattered glass rang out though the field. He opened his eyes in an instant, as his stoic, grey eyes turned a glowing blue as he grinned. His head recoiled slightly to the left as blue, glass like shards shot from the left side of his head. Visible wind with blue highlights surrounded him as he was covered from sight as the grass and trees shook.

The wind slowed down around him, as he finally became visible. He was still standing there with the same crazy grin on his face with the Evoker still pressed up against his head. When the wind fully dissipated, it also revealed a looming figure behind him. The figure was a tall, robotic humanoid, that shared a stiking resemblance to the person who summoned him. It had white hair with silver skin and the grey eyes. Its upper biceps, thighs, and torso was colored red with white highlights, as if to mimic clothing. It had speaker-like holes in its torso, at the same spots where the boy's headphones rested. It had a large speaker imbedded the center of its torso. It wore a pure white scarf that was wrapped around its neck and carried a large harp, on its back. It floated motionlessly, behind the boy, as he turned around to look at it. 

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