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Being a fundamental law of the universe was different from what Madoka had imagined it to be. She wasn't sure what she had initially thought but this was probably not what she had imagined. In fact no one had ever imagined something like this. Because quite simply put, it was beyond imagination. The long and the short of it was this:

Time didn't exist to her.

And she didn't exist to time either. Days could pass by like eons or slip away like seconds and she wouldn't be able to tell. Because Madoka Kaname's existence was no longer counted in terms of minutes, or seconds, because there was no beginning to her and no end. This made things both complicated and simple. In essence, she existed; she was a law, a fact, fixed in the universe, as reliable as gravity. And that meant she was there when the universe began, she was also there when it ended and for every moment in between. Even before the incubators arrived at Earth, she was there, existing, waiting. Her law was in effect before there were puella to protect and was still in effect long after the last puella was gone. But time was not linear to her.

It was…complicated, this not existence. She was everywhere, at all times. And so in her perspective, everything happened all at once, all at the same time. She spent an eternity fighting the witches and saving the puella before despair over-ran them and she spent an equal amount of time not doing anything at all, just watching, and waiting, just existing. That eternity passed in an instant but at the same time took, well, an eternity. There were brief flashes where she didn't quite know what she was doing. Was she fighting this witch here or was she guiding this puella there? Or was she nothing but a sparkle of energy dancing along a star over here? She was pulled every which way, her consciousness spread out over time and space. She saw many different versions of earth, of her friends, of her family. Sometimes she felt as lonely as a small speck of dust floating through the dark reaches of the universe and other times she felt like she was in a room so crowded with people she had no idea where she began and they ended.

But through all these feelings of loneliness, of isolation, of elation, joy or satisfaction, Madoka never once regretted her wish. She had been to every corner of the globe and beyond, and had seen, would see, did see, so many things. She had met so many puella, all the puella that there had ever been, or would be or were. She heard their stories, heard their cries, and heard their prayers: heal my sibling, help my friend, keep my family safe, let him notice me, bring my pet back to life, grant us talent, grant us power, grant us hope, save us. And she came to them all before desolation over ran them. It was the smiles on their faces, the relived looks, as the darkness of despair was washed away, as the curse was bit back and the prayer continued unhindered until the end. Those were the reasons Madoka made her wish, for the hopes and dreams of all the puella, those who came before her and after her. For them she would shoulder any amount of pain, anguish and despair. Because in the end, it was worth it, for them to keep smiling, to have hope, to believe, it was worth even this non existence.

"Sorry, but I have to go meet everyone."

Edited: 8/22/12

Don't you just hate when you look at something you just published and think of better phrasing?

I know I do.