Time.
What a fickle thing it was.
Mortals died, moved on, left. No one cared. Decades could pass and they came and went.
Even gods couldn't fully escape death. The reaper always came. Gods faded over time, unlike mortal. Slowly becoming forgotten and unremarkable disappearing into the dark of the void.
Everything succumbed to time.
He didn't.
The last of his kind.
He hated his predecessors. They had claimed to save him. And he relived them of their souls.
The being chuckled.
He gave them to the reaper himself.
The Being had seen everything. It Watched.
It saw creatures evolve, growing and changing. Mortal's changed with time changing with their technology, finding new things. Mortals amused the being, or what mortals might call amusement.
Gods became similar to mortals. Fading and coming almost as quickly as mortals did.
Time seemed to blur. It watched, it did nothing.
Maybe...
No.
Nothing needs to change. If Nothing changes nothing hurts.
The void surrounding him kept anything and everyone out. That's how he wanted it.
He could stay there forever and not have to move.
But maybe...
Possibly...
No.
It hurt to much.
Watching the light fade out of each and every single one of his friends' eyes. Watching each of them die, and him not able to do anything.
The memories hurt.
The being sat in the silence of the void.
What would they want though?
The thought itched in the back of his mind.
What would HE want?
He scoffed aloud the void swallowing it.
HE would never have wanted him like this.
Then possibly- maybe he could leave.
It had been centuries since he himself had seen the light of day.
Maybe it was time to move on.
Stop standing still, watching everything pass by.
The being hesitated.
He wasn't sure he would be fine if something happened.
But would it be worth the risk?
They would want it. They would beg him to go interact with someone anyone, just to leave.
Maybe he could move on.
It breathed the near nonexistent air of the void, and opened a portal.
He stepped through, shifting his appearance to look like he did- before.
Warm air shifted against his skin and sunlight glimmering through the trees.
Grian stood there still for a moment taking everything in.
Maybe a new beginning wouldn't be bad.
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