BRIGHTNESS

She had done it. She was the winner.

She had destroyed everyone in her way.

No more Visioner. No more Moonwatcher. No more Jasmin or Firefly or Winter. No more Jade Mountain or NightWings or rainforest or RainWings or IceWings or SkyWings or anyone.

No more Tamarin.

But what do I do now?

No more anyone. No more life. No more love, no more laughter, no more friendship.

What have I done?

Her bloodied talons. Were they all for nothing? Was revenge worth anything at all?

She had gone back in time countless times, trying to stop herself from killing Tamarin, killing Visioner, killing everyone. Enchanting stones, sticks, jewels, even dragons.

Every time she failed. Every single time, something in the universe willed her to kill, to crush, to love.

Every. Single. Time.

What is the meaning of my life?

After all she'd done, she knew the answer.

She curled up next to her beloved's cold body, tucking her wing over hers, and cast the final spell on her own body to end the doubts.

The last thing she had said to her was "I despise you".

The last this she had said to her was "I love you".

I enchant myself to die immediately after the spell is cast.

The moment she realized she was immune to magic, a dragon the color of night emerged from the shadows. One of his arms ended at the shoulder in a healed stump, but his other was sharper than daggers, shaped like arms of a praying mantis. His eyes glinted a dangerous, deep scarlet.

In one pounce his remaining arm plunged deep in her chest, blood splattering and red slashing her pained vision.

"...Thank...you..." Brightness choked out. The blood gurgling in her throat felt like liquid fire, eating up her voice.

The voice that wasn't supposed to be there.

The strange dragon stared down at her, his strange gray-patterned scales dark with blood. She realized that behind him, a familiar, galaxy-colored dragon was slumped on the ground, her once-piercing green eyes now dark and clouded with death, no longer shining with the bold, dangerous light they once held. One of her arms were still in the strange, metallic arm she had started to wear.

"You have the power," He said, his emotionless voice trembling slightly. The sound of desperation, loneliness, and emptiness. How similar they were, yet so different all the same. "You can stop this from happening."

He placed a small pebble in her talons. Her murderous, bloodied talons.

"You know what to do."

Brightness closed her eyes, and before the darkness of death claimed her soul she cast her final spell.

3rd POV

Enchant this pebble so the world can return to the past before I left the cave. Enchant it so after escaping, I, or any other form of me, dies in the healing center of Jade Mountain.

He would live forever and ever in the empty land he'd come to call home.

He knew that even though Brightness had cast the one spell to stop the chaos, it had started a new, separate world. A world without pain, without loss, without Brightness.

He knew, since he had appeared in this strange dragon world, that there were millions of different universes, all with different happenings, different dragons, different worlds. 

And he was stuck in the loneliest universe in the galaxy.

Krioklys stared up at the moons, which shined brighter as if to taunt the deaths of everyone he cared about.

The End