Okay, so I've been slowly spiraling down into insanity as of late, so most of this is different from the was it was supposed to be....
I probably should have written the whole story down at some point before I made this thread so it could be the way it was meant to be, but it's too late for that now.
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Bonus mini chapter/Epilogue:
Night suddenly found himself surrounded by a black haze. He couldn't see anything at all, and it didn't help that his vision was blurry. He stumbled forward, clutching his chest in a desperate attempt to stop the blood flow. A shadowy figure appeared before him and he knew that his time had finally come.
It seemed like forever since he had been in the cave when the very same Reaper appeared before him, only this time he was actually dying. He collapsed to the ground, barely conscious.
The Reaper reached out and grabbed something. Night looked up to see them holding a nearly transparent purple orb with something inside. The orb shattered in the Reaper's hand and he grasped the object. It was unmistakable, it was Night's soul. Night didn't know what to expect, but he was scared to find out what dying was truly like.
The Reaper let go of his soul. He did nothing to stop it as it flew back into Night's body.
Night's wound began to heal and he slowly rose to his feet. "Why did you let me live?" he asked.
"It isn't your time." The Reaper said simply.
"What do you mean?"
The Reaper said nothing. The haze began to fade and Night found himself and the Reaper in the room he had been in not to long ago, only they were floating in the air. Looking over Night noticed that they must be looking back in time as he watched himself shatter the Oracle.
Then he saw something odd. His hand was moving on it's own, as if it was possessed. His shadow rose up from the ground, obeying his commands. It's arm became a sword. He watched himself, completely oblivious, as his shadow dug it's arm into his back. In an instant it thrust forward, stabbing through his heart. The blade receded and the shadow fell back to the ground.
The haze reappeared and Night looked up at the Reaper.
"I killed myself?"
"Subconsciously you've always wanted to die, however you kept yourself alive because everyone was counting on you. Once the circumstances changed you had no problem fulfilling your lifelong dream."
"But you thought it best to keep me alive?"
"There is still something you can do to save everyone."
"But it's too late! They're already dead! What could I possibly do?!?"
"With enough energy you can turn back time."
"Right." Night said "I've heard that one before."
"Only this isn't an illusion. It will actually set time back four years."
"And how would I go about doing that anyways?"
"You need to channel all of you power, but even with your natural powers and the shard of the Oracle inside of you it won't be enough."
Night sighed. "I guess that's it then, nothing I can do."
"Not exactly." The Reaper said, putting his hand on Night's shoulder. "With the power of a Reaper you might be able to."
Night felt the Reaper transfer some of his powers to him. He began to channel all of his power. The Reaper stood back as a vortex of pure energy began to form around Night.
"One more thing." The Reaper said. "This spell is incredibly powerful?"
"And?"
"Simply put, it will completely destroy you."
Before Night could respond something like a strong gust of wind cut across the side of his face. He felt blood run down the side of his face and the vortex began to calm as his concentration broke.
"Did it occur to you to warn me I was going to die before I started doing that?!?"
"Look at it this way. They only died because the Oracle wanted you to feel pain. If you cease to exist they won't have to die."
"Wouldn't that create a time paradox or something?" Night asked.
"No, it'd be like you died four years ago."
Night sighed. He began to channel his energy again. The vortex started up again.
The winds cut and tore his flesh. The pain was incredible and soon the swirling vortex became tinted red with his blood. His wounds were healing at their usual rate, but it was still slower than he was getting cut. He increased his energy output until it was almost double the original level.
The vortex expanded outward and the speed of the wind increased. Night was beginning to feel light headed from the blood loss and using the amount of energy he was really wore him out. Right when he was about to pass out the vortex practically exploded.
The Reaper simply sat back and watched as time began to turn backwards.
End
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Cuz who needs logic when you can use magical powers.
7/16/2012, 10:46 pm
