Chapter 504: Too Many Visions to be Dead
A/N: The last Chapter concluded the fifth arc of the novel, pitching us into the sixth and final one. Thank you for reading this far, and if you haven’t already, please consider leaving a review. We’re only a few away from getting the novel rated, which would be something of a personal milestone for me. It would be easy to get a few random alt accounts to do it, but I want them to be more meaningful, coming from people who have actually enjoyed the work so far. Thanks again, and I hope you continue to enjoy my work!
Death felt different this time. It was dark and quiet, looking much the same as my last brush with the inevitable shadow, but something was off. There wasn’t a sense of detachment or peace, none of the freedom I’d experienced before Fate called me to her side.
Could it be because I’d left so much behind? In this life, I had friends, happiness, and a loyal companion in Fable.
The life I had on Earth seemed a lifetime ago, not just a couple of years. And it had only been after I’d tried reaching the bottom of my existence that I’d even considered killing myself. It took another year or two after that before I finally mustered the courage to try. Death then had been a sweet relief. The darkness welcomed me like an old friend, smothering me in peace and nothingness.
Yet now, I just felt...agitated. Through much of my life in Enusia, I’d viewed death as a possible escape from the pain and suffering from the slave crest, the backup plan I’d never quite felt desperate enough to try. But was death on this planet different, after all? It seemed to lack the same timelessness, nor could I feel the darkness ebbing at my awareness.
If anything, impossibly so, it felt more like my soul space. But that was ridiculous–I had definitely died. There was no way my body and soul could have survived the sun purge, especially not after however long it had been since I collapsed in Haven.
My only relief was that there was no pain, just me and my thoughts on a canvas of black velvet that seemed to stretch on forever. And yet... was that a star? Distant and very faint, I could make out a tiny glimmer on the horizon, like the first star peeking out in the evening sky.
I quickly denied it; that would be impossible.
But it didn’t fade. If anything, it grew brighter.