Here's the final chapter! It seemed like it was about time to wrap this up so yeah...

so anyway I worried that it was a little too over-the-top but I want to work on the Guardians of Sundara VII miniseries so here u guys go

And so it comes to pass, that the Titanium Ninja and Omelas the Undying Child end up on the edge of a cliff on some far-off world, watching the stars go out. The death of the stars is silent, and Omelas feels like there should be more fanfare. But all there is left to do is wait. A thought occurs to him.

"Zane?"

"Yes?"

"What were their names?"

"I d-d-on't understand," Zane said. His glowing eyes dimmed a little. "Are-are-are you c-crying?"

"Maybe," Omelas replied with a sniffle. "I don't remember, Zane. What were their names? I remembered- for so, so long, but I didn't want to, and so I just stopped. And now I want to remember and I can't." Desperately, he stared at Zane.

"Kai," Zane said softly. "You r-r-remember Kai?"

"Yeah...yeah. Fire. Red. He was nice, I don't remember much else though... Oh! I remember Cole, there was a kid who must have been his great-great-great-great-great-great- well, one of his descendants."

"Jay," Zane continued.

"I remember Jay," Omelas repeated. "And- and Nya?"
"G-good."

They sat and talked quietly for hours, because it was time to remember.

Kai, Cole, Jay, Nya, they whispered, to remember. And Omelas began to add names, to the roll call at the end of the universe. Cynthia. Brook. Dhamiri, Noah, Mesmer, Thorn and Tavra and Penumbra.

And when the dark and the cold began to close in, PIXAL said, "There was supposed to be a human thermodome somewhere on this planet. We can take the speeder, go find it. The settlement should be able to hold out for a while after the star dies."

"Nah," said Omelas. There were only a few stars left, now. "Let's just wait here. They don't need a hero, not anymore. And it's the end of time, PIXAL, no matter what. Inside or outside."

PIXAL nodded, and the green glow of her eyes was swallowed up by blue.

"She-she-she said to tell you g-goodbye."

They were plunged into darkness, and it became very cold. Lloyd summoned a small sphere of light into one hand. Far away, a jet of flame shot up from the settlement, trying to keep warm against the endless night.

"But I don't regret it," Lloyd said finally. "I helped a lot of people, I saw a lot of things."

"Good-good-bye," Zane whispered, and Omelas turned to face him.

"Goodbye, very old friend," he replied, and Zane's eyes went dark. Omelas stood there for a long while, as his breath crystallized on his lips and a bone-chilling cold slipped over the land.

Omelas, who was once Pan who was once Dragon who was once a beacon of hope for sixteen worlds, remembered everything. And he stood up on the edge of the cliff and began to speak to the oncoming darkness, because who cared if it was weird, it was the end of the universe.

"My name," he said into the void, "My name is Lloyd son of Garmadon, and I am the one who carries the weight of the worlds on my shoulders, and I chose my path because there was no other choice."

"But I don't regret it," Lloyd said finally. "I helped a lot of people, I saw a lot of things." On the edge of the cliff, he hesitated, daring the darkness to take away the flicker of light that he held in his hands.

"And I'm not afraid of you!" he shouted through numb lips. Frost was beginning to form on his clothes, stiffening the fabric.

With a small sigh, Lloyd let the rapidly shrinking ball of light go out, and sat down on the grass. As his eyes began to close, one last sentence occurred to him, and he almost laughed for some reason that he didn't really understand.

With the last ounce of his strength, Lloyd called out,

"It's not really fair, but then again... fair isn't a word where I come from."