He had been looking at the sea. The burning sun that  warms the seas. The ocean was blue and the sea giants swam as if there is no tomorrow. On the other side of the island, there was a festival happening. Not far from where he was sitting at was a kid who stumbled upon a round rock.

He could see the world from the above, like a hawk gliding in the air. His vision had grown far and his senses tuned to the point that all of the tiniest details in the world felt so unreal to him. This was the world in its purest form; the clean air, the bugs cricketing, and the birds chirping. The groaning of the water as the sea giants rise up and down, creating a splash that turned into rainbows when hit by the glorious sunlight.

The memories of the past shuddered. He remembered being on top of a hill where the last of the sunlight was gone. Only a thin light that enshrouded the darkness. On that hill, there was a flower that bloomed. One of the loveliest flower that existed in that world. He took that flower and traveled two miles to present it to Ciara.

Those are memories. Memories that no matter what he does, he could not escape. His past catches up no matter what excuse he made using his brain. The past that he had was too many. So many lives wasted to the woman who marched the lands in the hope to save the world.

But her cause was just, and her mission pure. He understood that the lives he had spent were miserable. That somewhere along the line he had forgotten what it was like for someone to rest near the sea. The wind caressing his ears, and the brilliance of the scenery before him was strange.

He fought for this. The lives he had slain and the lives that he lad lost to reach this place. If he was asked whether all of it was worth it. He would undoubtedly say no. Everyone he knew and loved is ashes now. Remnants in the dusty attic that is in his head

He was alone in a new world again. It was tiresome, lonely, but he lived long enough to accept such things. That this too shall pass. All that he has right now would pass and go. Even this peace would crumble sooner or later. To think about the future that he had no control over was tiring. The past was also so heavy and agonizing. Nolan wanted to live looking at the present. It was easier said than done. And he was acting like an old man that constantly repeats the memories that he had. They were all memories that had no meaning in his current life. In this world such memories were useless. This was not the world that was rebuilt using the body of the burnt woman or the world that he was originally sent to.

This is a world that all of his powers and memories were useless. It was a brand new world. He thought about such a world and how he could live here. This place was his home and yet the itch to wander the land never truly disappeared from him, only smothered.

He left the seat and went back to the tree-lined street leading to his home. The blacksmith had a line. The golem they had were handling the customers. He passed by the Inn and saw that it was full. He arrived in the stony path and strolled to Arel’s house. He was sitting on his balcony while talking to Ania. He gave them a holler before continuing down the recent dirt path he carved. The piece of land that was raised by the golem served as Nolan’s new home. There was an orchard in his land, filled with apples. The apples were created by his power, so his powers weren’t as useless as he thought it is.

His cabin was built as he wanted. He had to drag logs and carve bricks from stones. It made him laugh how Arel said he could be a good mason and builder. His hands that were used to kill and bleed creatures being used to create and tend? It makes him speechless the way he heard it.

He sat on a tree stump that he took from the mountains. It allowed him to rest his feet and watch his orchard from the kids who usually play around them. He wasn’t as greedy or his body needing that much nutrition. Ghosts and Wraiths don’t need to eat to live, especially when he has the body of a dragon as well. He even wonders if he was still human?

He couldn’t ask. It doesn’t matter to him. Still, he thought to himself if he could live a life like this. Peace has always been a comfort he couldn’t believe in. In his experiences, he had long believed that nothing lasts forever, and this happiness will pass on as well.

“Einar, son,” he called. “I failed you, didn’t I?”

He recalled the last memories that he had of the young man wanted to live. He had no relations to him in blood, but he loved him like his own that the thought of not knowing what had happened to him. The twins as well, they may be a trick done by the burnt woman, yet he couldn’t twist his thoughts away from them.

Then he saw the face of the woman who had been always in the timelines. Where he was weak and weary and when the strong comes at him. That obsidian flower always blooms at the times he needed it the most. He had assumed that she’ll be forever with him and that it was natural that where he goes, she would as well.

“I was wrong,” he said. “You did keep me accompany me all this time, huh.”

It was too late. She was long gone and there was no way to find her. Not at the vastness of the multiple universes out there. He just had to keep ongoing. That was all he could at the moment.

karsev

Just wanted to get this out before  going off-grid.  Still on break