It was the middle of the night. I was staring outside of the window back at Skye's apartment, silently wondering about the war at the Alpi Mountains. I was especially worried that no information had reached me, either from the battle field or from the main camp back at the underworld. Skye was sleeping soundly on the couch that was in his living-room, and in the stillness of the night, I could hear his breathing which was deep and prolonged. He had only turned twice during his sleep and as I watched, he breathed in even deeply before turning his head to face me. I watched his peaceful expression and wondered how good it would have felt to sleep. The few people that were still roaming the streets were only there fishing for potential customers, but it made me long for what they were longing for, a warm body close to them.
To many of them, I was only a passing wind, a forgotten memory, and as I turned and again looked at Skye snoring softly, I figured that that was what I was to him also, a forgotten memory. I realised that if it wasn't for our accidental meeting back at the cemetery, he would have no idea that I even existed, whether it was physically or spiritually!
I suddenly felt that I didn't belong there or anywhere for that matter. I was no longer alive upon the earth for my time had come and gone, although violently, but even within the underworld I still felt like I never belonged there. All my allies, I could see, were there because they had to be there. They had done wrong during their lifetime and in order to make up for it they chose to do right. Although they would never leave the place, they were at least spared the punishment that would have been theirs. I remembered Bruchus and what he had told me he had been when he was alive. He was a serial killer and a wanted one at that point in time, but when he was killed by policemen during one of his escape periods and had arrived in the underworld, he made up his mind to do good in everything so as to repay for all his wrong doing. When he joined me, I could see that he was sincere in making up for his mistakes, and in that moment, his punishment had been lifted from him and he was granted rest, although he could never leave the underworld for that is where he belonged. I never belonged there, and it was a fact that I knew.
I tried to remember any wrongdoing that I may have committed that warranted my stay within the underworld, but none came to light. I was a pure soul in the wrong place, but I could never seem to find my way back home where I knew I belonged. I looked at the sky then, and I silently prayed that I would make my way home to where all the pure souls had gone to, within the heavens and before the gods' presence. I was well aware that everywhere I looked, I could see many people had died but depending on what they had done and become in life, their destinations were certain. I was the only odd one within the group, and it made me wonder.
"Great Agnark, what has become of me? Why, at the instance of my death, did you not send your winged servant to come and take me home? Was I not living my life in purity before you? Why did you leave me in the hands of Zurk within the underworld, where I know I do not belong? He seeks to harm me! He seeks to torture me for eternity, yet you do nothing to come to my aid! What had I done to deserve this? Am I paying for my parents' mistakes? Please, answer me!"
As usual, I never received an answer or even a sign that they heard me, and it angered me that nothing was happening. I stood and moved away from the window and walked over to where Skye was sleeping. I smiled a little when I saw that he was drooling on his pillow, but it saddened me that he had attained some peace and rest even in his sleep. Looking around his apartment, the darkness that had filled the room and the silence that had prevailed, I knew what I had to do. I had to leave him alone and go and seek my own destiny, find my own path. I figured that maybe I would come to terms with what I was supposed to do, but first I had to make one crucial journey that I knew I should have made but never really got around doing it: visiting my grave.
