Fafnir and the Ruler Of Dragons were standing face to face. It seemed like the battle was over. It felt strange. My soul was floating in the air with no more protection, and I felt strange. I felt sort of relieved. It was over. The pressure from both their Spiritual energies colliding was gone. I looked around. The entire area around me was flattened. No more mountains, trees, villages. After a short while I realised that this timeline had most likely been eradicated like my own. Everything in my line of sight was gone, except for Fafnir and the Ruler Of Dragons standing face to face. I wasn't lying when I said I passed out. I kind of did. I forcefully turned my brain off because I refused to accept it. Fafnir was standing there, empty, cloudy eyes, staring into space.
With a big hole in the middle of his chest. The blood was running down his torso. He was no longer breathing. Yet he stood there, with a bit of resolve left in his eyes. I hadn't seen how the battle went, because of the Spiritual energy dimming my vision.
And the Ruler Of Dragons was laughing. It wasn't a triumphant laugh. It wasn't a crazy laugh. It wasn't the laugh of a psychopath. It wasn't even a happy laugh. It was the saddest, most broken laugh I had heard in my entire life.
Then, I started laughing as well. I didn't know why, though. I felt great. Fafnir was dead. He was all I had in this world. I felt great. I lost everything again. I couldn't help it. I felt amazing. My body started shaping itself again. I felt better than ever when my soul entered my body. I was messed up in the head. Now that Fafnir had died, my hate for the Ruler Of Dragons had reached a new peak. With Fafnir gone, no one could kill the Ruler Of Dragons.
I was still laughing. I was crazy. I looked at Fafnir's body. I felt so good. I felt so sad, it was amazing. I felt so angry, it was amazing. But I felt so good it felt bad. And right there, in front of me, stood someone who could take all that anger. Someone who would take it, because I would force it upon him. Inside me, I felt Spiritual energy. I let it flow through my body, summoned sparks from my fingers. I felt so at ease. My mind felt empty. But it was so full of sadness. And anger. And joy. But it was empty. But it was overflowing. I found it hard to think. I looked at the Ruler Of Dragons. He looked back at me.
He had an unreadable expression on his face. He looked empty. He smiled, though. It was a superficial smile with no emotion behind it. It looked kind of creepy. I bet I looked the same way. I slowly walked toward the Ruler Of Dragons. He was the man who had taken everything from me, twice. But I didn't hate him. I wasn't mad at him. I didn't feel any emotion, but I also felt every emotion at once. So I punched him. At full power. I felt the Spiritual energy dwelling in my body like a liquid that I could freely move around. I could use it to balance out my steps. I could use it to make my body feel lighter. I could use it to reinforce my movements. And I could use it to punch the Ruler Of Dragons' face to smithereens. I didn't do it out of hate. I did it because I felt like it.
He didn't even fly away from the backlash, though. Because his head was destroyed So quickly the kinetic energy couldn't be carried on to his body. Not like that made much of a difference, though. He regenerated his head before I could blink.
He smiled. We were both standing there, silently, smiling at each other, not saying a word. There was nothing left around us. All things that had once been or would ever be in this world had been eradicated. That's why it's called eradicating a timeline. Because when this kind of event occurs, there is no way for time to move on in said world. As a result, the timeline ends.
There wasn't even a breeze. None of us were releasing our spiritual energies. We were standing there in a never-ending wasteland, in perfect balance. As I looked at the face of the man who had taken everything from me, I felt happy. I could end it all right there. He had killed my mother, my father, my brother. He had killed all of my friends. He had killed my teachers. He had killed my pet. He had killed my horse. He had destroyed everything I had once called home. Then, he killed the one person I could call a friend in this world. Deep within me, I felt my hate towards this man boiling up. But standing here, seeing him, in all of his glory, in this destroyed world, I couldn't help but forgiving him. He did nothing to atone. He didn't apologise. He didn't say a word. But looking at him, all my hate for him seemed like nothing. He looked like any other person could have done the same things as he did. He looked like he wasn't special, that it was only normal for him to have done what he had done.
Upon closer inspection, he looked like a small child. Not physically, but he gave off a naive energy. There was a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly, my knees started shaking. My eyes were tearing up. The shock was over. I had regained full control over my mind. The strange feeling I had had earlier was completely gone. All that was left was pain and hatred for the man- no. For the child standing in front of me. I started crying. I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone. I wanted to fight him. But I couldn't. I was about to fall over, when I fell into the arms of the person I hated most. And I didn't feel good. My entire body was shaking. He who had taken everything from me was comforting me. He stroked my head with his hands and whispered something into my ears. I don't remember what it was, but I felt at ease. And for the first time in a long while, I fell asleep.