I jumped from World to World. Everywhere I went there was
ruins. I had cherry picked a dozen Worlds because I suspected there was
something wrong.
Once these Worlds had teemed with life, once they had
reached out to the stars.
If I had seen the pattern, why had no one else picked up
on it?
I was missing something.
The knowledge alone wouldn’t do much good. I mean now I
had proof that something was badly wrong, but it wasn’t like I could do
anything with that proof.
I already had known there was something wrong. I was here
after all. If everything was fine I would have slept away the rest of my days,
reality a half forgotten dream.
It was hard remembering what I used to be, it didn’t seem
quite real.
I stepped into the Darkness and searched.
I had tried first with the Luna paths, but they had
proved soulless, no one had used them in a very long time.
There are other pathways, but seeping into the Dark when
I carried the shadow of power stolen from the Dark Heart was easier. Too easy.
These pathways were well worn, their power quickly trying
to seep into me.
I didn’t much care for that, being dunked in Darkness can
do odd things to your head and heart.
That reminds me, someone should check the mouse’s head,
make sure there’s something there besides shadow and fluff.
A dozen Worlds and not a shadow to be seen. A moment in
Darkness and there was hundreds.
I slipped between them, dead to their senses, an old
trick making my heart silent.
Shadows might be plentiful, but they were not what I
sought.
I needed knowledge. I needed help. I needed wisdom.
After seeing those dozen silent Worlds, I no longer cared
who I sought these from.
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