The Unified Soul

End of a Lifetime

In the vastness of the white abyss, a single man walked down unseen path. He didn't know where he was going, but he understood what had to be done.

Blaze walked and walked, not knowing what lay in store for him at the end of this strange white laid path, but he knew that he was no longer alive. The young werewolf clutched his chest, remembering the sting of Aaron's blade as he cut him down. The werewolf he once respected with all of his might and soul, turned out to be a monster, the very reason all of the werewolves on the island were being hunted down and persecuted by the Guardian Forces.

It was all because of him, at least, that's what Blaze thought. Deep down, however, he knew that it wasn't Aaron's fault. It wasn't Aaron's fault that he was born with that curse. And yet, Blaze's hatred brought on by the Forever potions blinded him from the truth, from accepting the truth about Aaron not being at fault.

He even forgot the final words Aaron left for him before he was cut down by the cursed sword. All he thought of was how his life ended at the hands of a monster.

"Welcome." A voice said in front of him. Blaze looked up and stopped in his tracks, finally seeing an end to this long walk.

In front of him stood a large door made of black stone and dark red brick. The black stone doors were marked with strange symbols that resembled an alchemy circle, each section of the marks representing a part of the world and the souls of all whom lived in it. To Blaze, it looked like something that came from ancient times. But standing in front of the door, was a man dressed in a black cloak and armor, his hood covering the back of his head, as the stranger was facing away from Blaze.

"I welcome you here, Blaze." The man said.

"Who are you? Where am I? What is this place?" Blaze asked looking around for an answer.

"This is the door of judgement." The man explained, "Here, you are to be judged. Upon your judgement, you will be granted your eternal resting place."

Blaze was surprised, but he was content. He somehow understood that he would have to be judged on everything that had happened in his life, especially on what happened before he passed away. The young werewolf was about to step closer to the man and receive his rightful judgement, when a hand pulled him back by his shoulder.

"I am sorry, dear old friend, but judgement upon this man will be decided by another." This voice was not like the man's, whose tone was rough and deep. No, this voice was kind and gentle, warm like the sun, and yet held so much authority that made the man in black almost shake in his boots.

Blaze turned his head to see who was holding his shoulder and nearly fell back at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She was covered head to toe in white, thick veil covering her face, but showing off her caring and gentle smile. The man in black quickly knelt down on one knee in respect for the Lady in White.

"Milady, it is an honor to see you in my domain." He said.

The woman smiled back at the black cloaked man, "My dearest friend, Blaze is to come with me. The one to grant judgement on him is in my domain. Please, pardon this interruption."

The man nodded and stood back up straight, "There is no need for you to apologize to me, Milady. Please, do what you must, I will remain at my post."

"No, dear friend. Return to the family you've missed for so long." The woman then looked down at the very confused Blaze, "Come with me, Blaze, your judgement will be made by someone very important to the future."

Livana held out her hand and Blaze dumbly nodded before taking hers in his. In a sudden blast of wind, Blaze closed his eyes and the two disappeared from the judgement domain of the Gate Keeper.