The End

He was falling. He had failed Aizen, the man who had given him and Lilinette a place to belong, filled with people who would not die just from being around him. Though he did not seem to care if they lived or died. He sighed, it didn't matter now he supposed as he finally crashed into the earth, he would die now so why should he care about things already done. With this finale thought Coyote Stark closed his eyes and died.

He woke up in a void with blackness all around him and immediately felt dread. Did this mean he was going to spend the rest of eternity alone? He already did that once and it was not something he wanted to do again.

"And I agree with you." Said a voice.

"Who's there!" Exclaimed Stark, he had not sensed anyone near him so he was really surprised.

"I am the spirit of the worlds," replayed the voice. "The one who guides the souls of the dead between worlds and I have an offer for you."

"What sort of offer?"

"Simple, I am offering you another chance at life in a different world, one filled with magic and power, without soul reapers or hollows. Oh, and if you refuse you will be forced to wander around this place for all eternity where no one will ever find you again."

The second option sounded horrible to Stark. Already he had been forced to live away from others because they all died had he gotten to close to them and he did not want to do that again. He would give anything to avoid that fate but, "Will Lilinette be able to come with me?"

"But of course," the voice responded, "she is a part of you after all, and I shall renew all of your soul and power when I bring you to the new world."

"Can you not?" Asked Stark. "I would much rather be a complete weakling than to go back to my whole power."

"Unfortunately, I can not due that, I can only restore what was not what could have been, but I assure you in this world it will be much easier for you to fit in than your previous one."

"Alright I accept your offer but is there anything I should know about this land before you send me off?"

The voice was silent for a moment thinking. "You shall be transported to a world named Earth land, more specifically a country named Fiore. This world is filled with magic it is in the air surrounding everything and is used in everyday life, though only 10% of the population can use, and channel it throughout their bodies. These select few are known as mages and are usually a part of some guild, either light or dark which refers to if they obey the law or not. These guilds take on requests from other people or organizations to do various things and receive a reward, usually in the form of Jewels which is their currency. These guilds are governed by the magic council who set and enforce the laws. The final thing you should know is that this council employees 10 mages, who they call the wizard saints, and they are considered to be the 10 most powerful wizards in Fiore."

Stark thought about all he had heard. The wizard saints were a lot like the espada he was formerly a part of, maybe they also had strong members. Seeing as the voice said it would be easier for him to fit in, he doubted there would be a problem especially if these people really were the strongest the land had to offer.

"Very well," Stark said, "Take me to this new land of yours." Shortly after the world starting glowing, changing from black to white, and as the brightness started being too much, Stark's world faded and a new one took its place.