💎A Collision of Fates💎 (Straight to Gay) (MxM) (18+)

Interlude

Where was I during all of this?

It is a good question — if maybe a little rude, sister — and one I will try to answer.

I have told you of what happened to me. By that point, I had been drained, so intensely, so constantly, that I was beginning to lose myself. No longer was I simply floating and sleeping, I was forgetting and shrinking. Sometimes, in my worst moments, I forgot who they were, the outsiders I had brought. In my madness, I even momentarily forgot the danger that I was in.

As The Golden Spire took more, I continued to disappear, my thoughts and feelings vanishing. However, I was able to rally, on occasion. I found that if I condensed myself into a corner of my being, I was able to return to normal for a few, precious beats. But my form was too big, I couldn't stay in one corner for long.

So, for most of my time, I didn't dream, but watched. I watched the world through a hazy, foggy lense, and I found that I didn't care as much as I had. What was the worst that could happen, sister? That is what I thought. What is the worst that could happen? Being dull wasn't so terrible, was it?

It was. It certainly was.

And then, the conflict began. I remember realizing that it was significant, a moment of consequence, a collision of fates.

But I couldn't bring myself to care. I watched the conflict in a dreamy state of indifference, as though nothing mattered and I wouldn't have to suffer the consequences of the outcome.

I was wrong, of course. I often am, sister. You know this, and i've recently learned it.

I don't remember what ignited me from my uncaring observation of the medley happening around me. It's difficult to explain.

I felt Chris, Adam, and Mark at The Sesstrian Palace. I could feel their desperation as they searched for something to help. I vaguely remember marking how Mark's jewel was still inactive, the last one of the four, the final holdout of my plan. Stubborn man.

I also felt Nick. But he was not with the others. I knew, instinctively, that he was in danger. Our connection was writhing and boiling with despair and anxiety. Whatever was happening, he wasn't happy about it.

I watched. I watched. I watched.

You think it funny? I know you do. My life was being threatened by the darkness that had been draining me. I knew that if they made their way to The Palace, if they snuffed out the four outsiders I had brought here, that my life would be forfeit. I knew that, of course I did. But I was so drained, sister. I had lost my way.

Then, I felt true loss coming from Nick. He must've seen something that made him feel utterly defeated, as though the world might as well crumble to the ground. That was not like him. Even in the state I was in, I knew that was unusual. It peaked my curiosity and gave me the strength to push myself into a corner of my form.

And there I was.

The shock hit me like a rogue planet, slamming into me with such force I was almost pushed back into my indifference. What was I doing? How could I not be assisting in this fight? What kind of guide and protector was I?

As I stayed in my condensed form, I felt the foul beasts inside my dominion. Ugly, crawling creatures, with beaks and claws and angry hearts. I knew a moment of shame, for there had been a time where such monsters would've never dared come near me or my city. And, yet, here they were, so boldly within my borders. Truly, I had fallen far.

I remember anger. Hot, white anger that I had never experience before and have not experienced since. It was so consuming, I don't think I had much control over what I did next.

I became the sky, sister.

I became the air.

I forced my soul out of my body and pushed it towards my people, my city.