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Khaslana was certain that his decision was the right one. To put an end to the endless painful cycles, to save everyone and everything, and to find peace as a reward. To accept death with dignity, without shedding a single tear. Without regrets.
Although, to be honest, there were plenty of them. However, he had no chance to make things right. How foolish. His hopes were consumed by the fire of hatred in his heart. For himself, above all else. He didn't care if it was good or bad. Do I need to find out who's to blame? Analyze the mistakes over and over again. Was Khaslana capable of anything more? A heartless machine. A part of the software. Not even human.
It's as clear as day.
This thought came to me by chance. It killed me instantly. I had to learn to live with this fact. What else could I do?
Was Khaslana surprised when he opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by a wheat field? Of course he was. Was it all over again, or had the afterlife embraced him, a monster? Thoughts of Castorice filled him with sadness. If only he didn't exist... If only. He sighed heavily and took his first steps forward.
Elisia Eides.
Khaslana stopped. Memories cut through his heart like a sharp knife, slicing through his muscles. Small houses, long paths, fields... No monsters or corpses. No living people either. The cycles began here. A cruel mockery.
Khaslana sighed heavily. Every breath echoed in his lungs. He entered his deserted homeland with a sense of doom. He was certain that what was happening was a punishment. It was the final blow. How many had there been? It didn't matter. Someone was unlucky, for he was the last hero. He fell to his knees near a familiar tree and ran his fingers through his silver hair. The reason for his current human appearance was unknown. It seemed as if ambrosia had sprouted in his throat, eager to make matters worse. His shoulders shook under the weight of the past and the future. The present was slipping away, turning into a stream.
What was the likelihood of seeing tomorrow's dawn?
Mydeimos arrived at the place almost at the same time as Khaslana. Time was different here, and that made waiting easier. Having become accustomed to such incidents, he was not worried at all. He rented an empty house, endured several nights, accepted the lack of satisfaction of basic needs in the form of sleep and food, because he simply did not feel them, and waited for change. In his previous life, Mydei had enough patience for everything, so why should he give up now? My intuition told me that something was going to happen. And it didn't disappoint.
As Mydei looked around the area for the hundredth time out of boredom, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Phainon? It couldn't be.
Freezes in place, squints. Didn't the angel himself come down with the news of a trip to heaven? Well no. An ordinary Phainon. What is he doing here? Were they sent together on purpose? There are many questions, but no answers. Apparently, no one is going to comfort them curiously. So, let's go figure it out ourselves.
Mydei starts running with a quick step and in a couple of seconds finds himself near an unexpected guest, under the flow of feelings...
Did you really miss me that much?
He embraces him unrestrainedly, pressing his hot lips to his temple. He has to lean down, which is not very comfortable, but it's nothing compared to their shared tragedies. He understands that every encounter could be their last, making it harder to get enough of him.
Khaslana's body freezes. The punishment turns into sweet caramel. It has a slight bitterness. It's like sand crunching between your teeth. Your breathing slows down, but your heart rate increases. The rib cage is holding the heart back with all its might.
— Mydei? Is that you?
It sounds silly. The warmth of someone else's body is unmistakable. But I want to hear the exact answer. Tears well up in my eyes.
Mydei presses closer and kneels as well, without any shame. Her hands boldly rest on the other woman's chest, intertwining with her own.
"Who else could it be, Savior?"
The bitterness has completely dissipated.