***This is a drabble that I wrote for superubersteffy's drabble post on tumblr. I'm storing it here for archive purposes.***

He felt stretched, endless and black like the void he drowned in. Empty, empty, empty, the air around him, the space of his thoughts, his very soul, everything felt empty and cold.

He failed.

That hurt more than the Shadows ever could.

Time grew thin, warped, and his thoughts began to fade, to die.

He was dying.

Three thousand years of rage kept him going, but his chances for vengeance were lost, and without the fire of hatred, oblivion consumed him as the last embers of his will dimmed.

Then ninety-nine glimmers of light surrounded him, calling him home.