Finally, it's done! Man, this took way too long to write, but I'd like to thank everyone who stuck it through to the end. You have no idea how much that means to me.

Writing this has taught me a few things about myself, too. Not all of them are good, I'm afraid, but such is life. I'd really like to continue writing, for as long as I can. I don't know how long it'll take, but I've got an idea forming already. Just gotta plan it out. It may take a while, but it's coming, I promise.

Now then, enjoy the epilogue of Savior.

We Were Born for This

I don't know how long it's been since my brother and I finished our journey. Honestly, where we are I'm not really sure time even exists. The spirit said that when the land was destroyed, the people were sent into limbo, a space between heaven and hell. I'm assuming that's what that white void was. I'm not sure what hell is like, but I know with absolute certainty that this place could never be called hell.

Which can only mean this is heaven.

I couldn't describe this place if I wanted to. It defies all dreams and expectations in every way. It is everything that anyone anywhere has imagined it to be and so, so much more. The spirit said that the land that they built was paradise, but even if that land existed for an eternity, it could never even hope to approach the beauty of this world. This, and this alone, is the one true paradise.

And yes, my brother is still here. He was there by my side when we walked into the mountain's light, and when we emerged into this glorious world, he was still right there. He hadn't left my side for a second. And we're still together now. We spend every day exploring this plane, finding new, more exciting discoveries every day. We talk a lot, too. We both remember everything now; our pasts and our names have finally been regranted unto us, and we've regained our former shapes, the ones we had when we were still alive. There's not a thing we don't talk about, because we want to know as much about each other as we possibly can.

It's still pretty empty here, though. We were the first two to arrive, but it's only a matter of time before more come. And they are coming; we watch them every day, seeing every misstep they make and every milestone they achieve. The journey is still long and hard; that hasn't changed, and whether they travel alone or with companions, they always fall down at least once.

But they get back up. Every one, without fail, always gets back up. And they keep going, striving for the goal that awaits them at the mountain. Some of them are very, very close now. It's only a matter of time before they arrive. When they do, they'll become our new friends, our new brothers and sisters. They'll live among us until the day that they've all returned, and then, if the spirits weren't wrong, the mountain will grant us new life, a new chance to try again. To find a better way. Perhaps one day, the spirits will return as well, freed at last from their long imprisonment.

But spirit or traveler, one thing is constant.

We will accept them with open arms.

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Tomorrow's Hero, signing out.