Around him worlds form. He stands upon one of them. He sees the city. He knows where he is. The great city that he originated from. He watches the crowds form around him. Cornarians move along on there daily routines. He takes a step and then turn to him and stare with awe. They cheer, there savior returns. They remember what he did for them. He smiles, absolute joy overtakes him. He is back home among his own kind. Everything that he has been longing for has been restored to him. He runs through the streets, the other faces familiar. But the faces, they are all the same. The crowds become less thick. The streets emptying. It is only him now. Must press on. So much in store. Peace for him at last. He arrives short of his destination. An average suburban home. Two figures, hand in hand are spotted in the distance. He stops. He grins, nothing could destroy his happiness. The light changes. Everything shifts. The shadows move. They envelop the figures. He knows what to do. Nothing can stop him. He sprints towards them. They burst into dust in the wind. The most powerful weapon blast could not cause him to
He is back in the center of the city. The night sky is pitch black. There are no stars or planets above him. The dim streetlights illuminate the dead streets. The color seems to have gone. There is no sound. A flash of blue. He follows. He sprints through the alleys and the streets of his home. Always one step behind. Always enough to catch a glimpse. The shadows creep into everything. The city he runs through becomes more alien every moment. He comes around the final corner to confront a wall of darkness. An outstretched hand. He grasps it. The world flashes. Everything is right again. The crowds cheer. He is holding her in his arms. The split moment ends and he is back into the nightmare world. The hand is sinking into the abyss. He must fight. He must not fail. Everything is put into it. All of his might. Every shred of will. Everything. The hand slips from his, falling into the Void. He has made his choices. He decided his fate. The darkness swallows all.
The proud Ares drops to his knees in proper....He weeps.
