Wayfarer

Omens part 9

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The finale! A quick notes before you read this:

Firstly, I changed Lyra's last name due to how similar her name was to another character in an already published story. Bellaquis is now Tillius!

Secondly, and most excitedly, WE HAVE AN OFFICIAL COVER!!!! Many thanks to Van SoulL for the artwork, I love it!! Their instagram can be found below.

Lastly, and most importantly, thanks to everyone who read this, and who helped me plan this. Grimmbrother 01, Mackattack, and Star. You have all been phenomenal in dealing with my constant blabbering about this story. Your perspectives and inputs have helped this story grow beyond what I could have made it. I look forward to where this story goes in the future!

Van.Soull's instagram: https://www.instagram.com/van.soull/?hl=en

Enjoy, and thank you.

Enix fell backward onto the ground, surprised at the sensation of smooth, wet stone instead of the dry Rocky Mountain beneath him. His vision was blurred, and as it cleared, he no longer saw the empty blue above the clouds nor his dying friend's face. He rubbed his eyes and saw his hands. They were clean, without a trace of blood. He still held onto the blade, which he threw to the ground.

Well done.

The voice in his head shocked him. He looked up to see Ghiri standing over him.

You lasted far longer than even I anticipated. One year and four months. Impressive.

"Ghiri, what? Did you... bring me back here?"

Yes. It was quite a successful-

"Take me back."

I'm sorry?

"Take me back to the mountain! I need to..." Enix paused, reconsidering his words. "I need to bury them."

You seem confused.

"Ghiri, I have to go back!"

You cannot.

"And why is that?"

Because it was not real.

"What...?"

What you experienced was merely a simulation. A false reality presented to your consciousness.

"So I wasn't on the mountain?"

You did not move from the Foundry. Had it been real, you wouldn't have been able to leave.

"Then how..."

You were presented with a scenario in which you were forced to do whatever you could to survive. Eventually, someone will come to help you, and you will be given a potential solution. It was quite thoroughly thought out.

Ghiri moved to the side as Enix threw himself at the figure. The boy missed, tripping over his own feet and collapsing. He now noticed his physical growth had reverted.

"You killed them!" Enix screamed.

No. That was your doing.

"You planned everything you-"

I planned a scenario, organizing the pieces, the players, and the rules. Your choices directly affected the outcome of the simulation. I did not kill anyone inside that simulation; you did.