1 Chapter 1 - Countless lifetimes

[I.. I'm done, no more..] Words lost of sound, seemed to form from nothing at all, yet It's meaning was like a thought that had no where to exit, so it could only be buried in one's heart. This voice was not mad, nor lost, if any emotion, it was defeated. The voice smooth but horse, broken up but firm, indifferent yet full of something that words couldn't bring into existence.

[I'm.. I'm.. I'm fucking done. There is no point,I see now there was never a point.. ha..]

In the echoing sounds of Rhythmic darkness once more the voice came to life, soft, in almost a whisper, the voice seemed to feed into its own loss. The only word which seemed to hold emotion was the curse full of soft but heavy anger at this moment. The sound only drifting off into something, or anything besides the matter in which the person spoke to themselves.

[It's been so long, stuck in this loop, this loop of endless task, endless list of problems, trying to save worlds that can't be saved.]

The thoughts went on, stopping as if reminiscing on the past, the defeat present but pushed down as the works flowed out like an unstoppable river.

[Different worlds, different problems, with the missions being the same. If I hadn't done it for life times, I would have thought differently, If I didn't have my will to try, I might have been insane by now. Continuing.. ON AND ON.. to do the same thing expecting a different result, but it wasn't always the same. I've tried so many different things now.. that I've begun to lose track.]

This voice more like a thought, spun out in a never ending story of the past, or maybe the present, who knows it may be the future. It told the story of different worlds, which anyone who heard it wouldn't belive in even if it was detailed. The story of a loop with no end goal, doomed to change but repeat.

[Save a few worlds, only for others to fall, gain friends, only to watch them die, to have adventures, only to end up alone, to have love, only for another to take it. And most of all, to..]

The thoughts continued to move with the contents unknown, only with no detail, with no beginning or end, but with loss, pain, heartbreak, and something no one knew. What were this worlds anyone would ask, what was the point if it hurt you so much to complete them, and why continue even when you know it's hopeless.

[But.. I've had enough, protagonist halos, down right stupid plot armor, op mc's, broken fucking plots. Worlds will full of bullshit! I'm done.. I'm just..]

[Whatever that being wants to do with me, fine.. but I won't go back. I won't do it again.]

[..But yet again.. here comes that light, the one I used to.. I used to feel so happy to see, so long ago.. I wish I could just turn it off, jus..]

The thoughts soon became chaotic, no longer focusing on anything, the sound becoming lost as if it trailed often to nothing. Like a heartbeat destined to fade but still held life in it as it was forced back from the darkness.

[Just.. please.. just.. let me rest for a little while longer.. I'm.. I'm just a little tired..]

The voice was drifting as if on the unending ocean, pushed down to drown, it's smoothness coming back only to be snuffed out like a flickering flame. The heaviest of the words would make anyone tired but those who knew, may even be lost in the gentle way it was spoken.

Still as this thought moved, it did not know, all around this small multiverse, the smooth and tired voice was heard, the eyes of many would open, their hearts hurting, as flashes of images roamed without end. The corners of their collective eyes watering, but unable to fall as they looked up to whatever they found themselves looking at. The moon, or stars, high bed frames, or at luxurious woven ceilings, or even the dampness of an alleyway.

[Don't..]

[Please don't..]

[No when I]

[When I]

[When I]

[When I]

[Finally remembered..]

[Don't give up on me..]

[Please.. issac..]

The thoughts of many spoke out words, yet unable to truly speak them, their voices almost as if one as they spoke out at the same time. Asking, or even more, like begging for the thought they heard, to continue, as if asking to be found, hoping that the voice was not ture. Yet one thing stayed the same, it was the name of the man who's voice they could not forget. Who's calm face was etched into their mind. As well as the collective scene of his death played countless times in their minds.

A man who was as evil as he was kind, strong as he was gentle, a man who gave up alot for these people. Who they left or even turned their back on, either by some force, or control, they would leave him alone, as if their happiness had not come from him. As if the world was trying to push it onto different men or even women, as if the man haven't or wouldn't give up anything for them to find what it is that made them happy.

[I promise.. I'll never let it happen again, this time I'll walk with you no matter what..]

[I'll stay with you, and save you..]

[Or die by your side..]

The thoughts soon came to a head, across the vastness of different worlds, the voices seemed to come to an answer. Even if they knew nothing of those around them, or that the same promise was made, they knew in their hearts, they would no longer follow the path they had seen, they would follow their heart no matter what it cost them.

[This time..]

[This time..]

[This time..]

[I'll make your happy end come true, where we can live and stay with each other.. this time.. I'll save you.. all you have to do.. is come find me..]

[Please.. find me..]