Some choose to fight time. They think they've won, but time has a way of keeping up with them. There has to be balance in the world...
"ZOEY!" Rythian screamed as he ran in a headlong sprint to where Blackrock had been, fighting the very world around him to get there faster. Not fast enough.
You can fight time. You can chase the racing seconds, into the sprinting minutes, into the hours which change your life.
"Zoey..." Rythian sobbed, stumbling as he fought through the forest to Blackrock. Or where Blackrock had been. Debris had been thrown far out by the colossal explosion those few nukes had caused. So little can cause so much damage, looking at them you would have never have thought so. Rythian skidded to a stop at the top of the gigantic crater. His mind could only hold one thought, Zoey.
The hours which can change your life lead to days which are either the best or worst of your existence. Those days effect the rest of your time, which isn't long. Not when you think of the never-ending flow of time itself. Some people fight time...
No longer caring about his own health, only thinking of Zoey, he took a running leap into the crater. His life was saved by a tiny ledge of basalt and instead just damaged his left leg quite badly. But still he carried on, clambering down the mass of rubble heaped up against the sides of the crater, blown there by the raw power of the exploding nukes.
... But time fights back.
He looked round the fairly flat expanse of stone at the bottom of the crater for any sign of her. Nothing. "Zoey!" Rythian shouted as he limped round the crater, leaving a trail of his own blood behind him. Nothing. He picked up chunks of basalt brick wall which few others could, searching... Searching... But what he sought was not there. Rythian, the once mighty mage, broke down in the centre of the crater that had not so long ago been their home. "Zoey..."
You can race time, but in the end... It will always catch up with you.
Living a life driven by revenge, blind to the beauty of this new world. Ignorant enough to not realise he had been given what few others get... A second chance. Now he had wasted it and at the same time, had thrown away the one thing he had truly seen beauty in. "Zoey... I'm so sorry, please wherever you are... Forgive me." Then he cried, shamelessly for all he had lost, and the second chance he had wasted.
There must be balance, even for those who choose to fight time. Even for the man who fought time to his very end, the end of his second chance. There must be balance in time, because even a small ripple can change the course of time. Balance, especially for those who fight time.