My life was perfect.
I had a wonderful home.
I lived in a wonderful place.
I taught wonderful people
Who thought I was a wonderful teacher.
It was perfect.
Then you came.
You asked for my help.
You were the lead Traveler.
I could not say no.
You traveled to the past
To save my future.
My perfect world.
And so I lived for a while.
Until one day, I awoke to find
A world that was very different from my own.
Suddenly, it wasn't so perfect anymore.
You said that the walls were crumbling.
Halla was falling.
It started with dados.
All over my home.
My perfect world.
I was afraid.
But I would have gladly taken dados
Over what came next.
My perfect world was in ruin.
It had been laid to waste.
What had happened?
It was your turn to answer me.
But you were nowhere to be found.
They said you had quit.
How could you?
Not now.
I helped you.
Because you asked me to.
Now I need your help.
I'm asking you.
I try to fight the future.
Without you.
But it is in vain.
Where are you?
I hear the sound.
It is unlike anything I have ever heard.
Like an explosion.
I feel the pain.
It is unlike anything I have ever felt.
It hurts.
I feel like all hope has faded.
In desperation I fly through the flume
And there you are.
You ease the pain.
You eliminate it.
I want to escape from the suffering of Halla.
Of my perfect world.
But you tell me to return.
You need information.
I am the teacher.
I have lived my whole life researching.
So I return.
Because you asked me to.
I do not Travel as you do.
But you asked me to.
I do not fight this impossible fight as you do.
But you asked me to.
I do not risk my life as you do.
But you asked me to.
So I did.
As I lie here
Alone
Broken
Without hope
I try to tell you what has happened.
My blood covers the paper.
You cannot help me here.
I will die on my territory.
But it is not my home.
My perfect world.
I have done everything you have asked me to do.
Please.
Do one thing for me.
Save my world.
Save my perfect world.
No.
Not just mine.
But all of them.
All of Halla.
I have done my duty.
I wish you were here for me.
If only to ease the pain.
The pain of loneliness.
The pain of despair.
The pain of utter hopelessness.
I want to tell you what has happened to him.
But there is no time.
I want to tell you that he is dead.
The Traveler from Third Earth.
Patrick Mac.
Me.
But there is no time.
I listen to the beautiful notes pouring from my ring
For the last time.
I place the bloodied paper into the opening.
My vision is fading.
The portal closes.
My heartbeat is slowing.
I look out the shattered windows of the car
Onto my perfect world
That is perfect no longer.
I take my last breaths
Wishing I could see it again.
My perfect world.
You are the last hope for Halla.
Save it.
And make it perfect once more.
My eyes close for the last time.
With my dying breath
I whisper your name.
Good luck…
Pendragon.