How long have they been fighting now?
It was a thought that continually crossed my mind as I zoomed across the roads ahead, my passenger holding on to me tightly. 3 hours now? 4 hours maybe?
The only thing I can do is get there as fast as I can. So close, just a little bit farther, I thought as I went off-road to go atop a nearby hill, rumbling in the distance before I stopped at the peak of the hill, my eyes widening at the sight of the facility they had infiltrated.
Many holes covered the facility, to the point where their may have even been more holes than the facility itself. About a fifth of the facility had been blown away into, causing massive holes in the hills nearby, some of them causing landslides that just barely missed the facility. Smoke was pouring out overhead, and in the center of the facility, was something so bizarre it was hard for me to understand.
The night sky literally raining down on the center of the hole, a light as bright as the day itself lighting up the facility, darkness that overshadowed even that, a wind so fierce that it could tear trees to shreds; all of it coming out of the center of the facility, pouring out of the hole up above into the surroundings.
I shook my head, trying to get a grip. They're fighting down there for the sake of one boy, a boy precious to them, one they considered family.
And yet, why is that I feel just as strongly as them, despite remembering nothing of the past?
I started up my motorcycle once more before racing down the hill, hellbent on completing my task that which they asked of me.
After all, it was possible all this was my fault. The me of the past couldn't have known it would've gone to this, but it's not an excuse I'm willing to make.
To fix the mistake of the past, that was why I was doing this, or at least, that was what I originally thought anyway. But, this nagging feeling deep inside won't go away, no matter how hard I try to convince myself it isn't there.
I want to see.
That was the real reason why I was doing this, although I've always been scared to admit it.
I want to see them, fighting for Depra.
I want to see Depra, in that state.
I want to see the madman who would go against my crazed friends.
I want to see it to its conclusion, no matter how bitter it is
But more importantly, I want to know.
I want to know, if I could find it here, where I made this awful future come to be.
I want to know, if I can get it back.
I zoomed through the trees before reaching the hole they had busted through to get in, skidding to a stop. I motioned my passenger to follow me, and we walked through the crumbling building together to both see with our own eyes what was unfolding in the center.
We passed by guards, all of them unconscious. We passed by three unconscious boys, one with steam rolling off him, one with their eyes rolled back, one foaming at the mouth.
We passed by debris and rubble, and walked through the many holes it took before we reached the center.
And in the center was absolute chaos.
Spears of dirt erupting from the ground, a dark mist that hung heavy all around, flashes of the brightest lights, falls of the darkest nights, a boy whose clothes was ripped at the very seams, a boy who was letting out pleasurable screams, and finally, a girl with the hair of summer shouting at the top of her lungs, leading them in battle with her silver diadem.
My passenger hesitated, looking at me and the battlefield, and I nodded, putting my hands out.
Now, please, let me see it, the end to this awful outcome I brought.
I watched the girl walk through the battlefield, her focus on the boy bound in a chair, behind a man who was the one bringing in the despair.
Naught a thing touched her pretty little head; not the explosions, not the mist nor the pierces, not the spears of dirt, none of it all.
And then…!
She passed by the man, the man noticing too late as she finally reached the boy, kneeling next to him.
The man looked at the girl in shock before turning to me, as did everyone else, and I let out a grin as a faint memory came to view as the man yelled out:
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"
And with a smile on my face, collapsing onto my knees, I brought forth the long-lost memories at last, finally changing this fate:
"I am the Dark Empress Necessitas, Balancer of Ruin, Enforcer of Events, Bringer of Unquestionable Catastrophe," I looked upon the others before saying the final line from my memory:
"AND I TOO, AM A PART OF THE NELNEHAT'S!"
The last thing I remember is a voice calling out to me, a voice I cherished with all my heart.
"You did well, Necessitas. Now rest." I watched Erebus stand up in front, pointing his katana towards Iapetus.
"You can leave it to us."
And so continued their battle, and the start of their King's…