Tom's POV:
Falling. Falling eternally. That was all I was doing. The recent events replayed in my mind. Truly, I was dead. So this is what dying was like. Not as painful as I anticipated. It was just an endless void. Was this it? Me falling forever and bored out of my mind?
As if someone or something was reading my mind, blinding light surrounded me as I fell face-first onto... something. It was completely blank surface. Not hot, nor cold. It was just there. There was no structures anywhere. But something did catch my eye. Or, well, two people.
They were both short, but the taller of the two had fluffy pink hair, along with a thin pair of black glasses. Red and black flannel draped across his chest, along with a normal pair of jeans and navy blue converse.
The other man had vivid green hair, slightly covered by a light grey hat. A worn down, dark red hoodie on his torso, with tan khakis and white Nike's. My stomach did a flip-flop. Who were they? Slowly, I stood up and walked over to them.
"Uhh... hello?" I asked. "Who are you?"
"Intuition." the man with pink hair informed.
"Wisdom." the guy with green hair commented. I nodded, confusion running through my mind. What were these people doing here? Would they even be able to explain what was happening?
"So, uh, what are you doing here? And more importantly, what am I doing here?" I questioned crossly, folding my arms together. Wisdom took a glance behind me, but then looked back towards me.
"What do you believe is going on?" he asked softly. I raised an eyebrow. Why would I know what's going on? That's why I'm asking them!
"Last thing I remember is getting killed my one of my best friends." I whispered, the memory replaying over and over again.
"Were you killed, though?" Intuition asked, grinning widely. My sight shot up to him. What was he talking about?
"Uh, yeah," I responded. "I'm dead. I got killed by a knife."
"Were you really killed?" Wisdom asked.
"YES! I did get killed!" I exclaimed loudly.
"Do you believe you were killed?" Intuition questioned.
"SON OF A- yes!" I shouted, taking a large step forwards.
"But you weren't." Wisdom explained. Confusion washed over me. I wasn't dead? I felt pretty dead. Unless this is some time travel thing like the movies.
"Pretty sure I'm dead." I replied, confused.
"Like Wisdom said, you weren't killed. You aren't dead. You're still alive." Intuition confirmed.
Okay, what kind of sick twisted game were they playing? Can't they just tell me I'm dead so I can die for real? Honestly, that's all I wanted. To die. And I got my wish. Everything I've been going through is so stupid and unreal. I've already lost my best friend. The world is dying. I can't take the pain no more.
"Then explain to me how I didn't die when my throat got slit?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips like a movie star. Wisdom grinned and said just one word:
"Fate."
"Fate?" I asked. "You know I don't believe in that fairy godmother stuff, right?"
"There was a reason why you didn't die to the knife." Intuition explained quietly. "You meant too much to Dagrun and Ruxomar. If you died, they died. There was some intelligent bond that you once knew that kept you from dying. She loves you very much."
My entire stomach did a flip flop. Who was a she that I knew in Dagrun? Martha, Alyssa, Ianite... oh no. Ianite. She saved me. The person who's death I didn't care about saved me. The person's death who my best friend mourned for weeks saved me. I'm a terrible person.
"Ianite?" I whispered, my voice cracking. Silently, the two of them nodded. A sick feeling entered my stomach, but was quickly replaced with overwhelming joy. I wasn't dead! I was actually alive! My gaze focused back on Intuition and Wisdom, who had wide grins spread across their faces. But another realization smacked my brain into place.
The reason I didn't die was because Jordan is Ianite's one true follower, and she saved me. Jordan had a small bit of quintessence with him, and he used the last of it to save me. I'm an idiot. There's no way I'm letting the town and everyone in it die just because of me! That's ridiculous! No. I'm not letting the town die just for me. I'm letting myself die for the town.
"Wait," I started. "If I go back, the town will still be destroyed. I NEED that quintessence to go back to Jordan. Just tell Tucker, Sonja, Wag, Andor and Martha to stay calm. They're smart. They'll figure out a way to get Jordan back, and he'll get the quintessence along with it." The spirits with oddly colored hair looked confused.
"You're sacrificing yourself?" Wisdom asked in a soft voice. I nodded.
"I am. Now how do I get the quintessence back to Sparklez?" Intuition took a glance towards Wisdom, who shrugged sadly.
"I-I'm sorry, Tom," Intuition whispered. "We can't." A wave of fear washed over me.
"Why can't we!?" I yelled. "Come on! Can't we just reverse time with some spirit power or something?!"
"Reversing time is impossible. But we didn't say anything about stopping time." My head snapped up to see the duo grinning.
"What do you mean?"
"When you 'died,' we stopped time, preparing you arrival."
"How did you do that?"
"We're spirits. We can do anything." That was legit logic.
"So... can you show me something?" I asked, excitement bubbling inside. With just a wave of a hand, a large television screen appeared in front of me, with what look like a paused video. With no hesitation, I already knew who we were watching. Bloodied black sleeves were in view. It was Jordan. Intuition snapped his fingers and time back there resumed.
Jordan's POV:
The warm and uncomfortable blood sank into my sleeves and hands. Blood was still spilling from Syndicate's neck, but he wasn't breathing. Slowly, I knelt down and laid two fingers on his right wrist. Nothing. No pulse. I had killed him. Something about this felt wrong.... somehow. It felt like I shouldn't have killed him. Was he not lying about that time in the place called Mianite? Not about the god? There was no going back now. He wasn't coming back.
With surprising strength, I grabbed the dead wrist of my first victim and heaved his body over my shoulder, stumbling a bit. My other hand snatched up the knife as my foot connected with the door, entering the outside. The cold air pierced my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I made my way back to the town, preparing to return to Gaines and Guard Tom.
Tom's POV:
I watched in utter horror as the video faded out back to reality. My world itself began to swim. Jordan was going to kill all my friends. All of his friends. Against his will. I sat on the floor and placed my head in my hands, groaning. This was all my fault. If I would have gotten that text... If we would've hung out more.... If he would've talked about the depression of Ianite's death and having a little strand of quintessence... And now it's all over. He's gone. I'm gone. The town is gone. Everything.
Gone.
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If you get the three references in the chapter, you are now officially my best friend. 2 are really obvious, while 1 is quite hidden. Laterade!
-Sara
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