Everything that could have gone wrong in the fight against World Historian, did. Dianite had been killed once again while Mot laid catatonic over his corpse. Mot was crying and sobbing while World Historian looked at the mottled man in disgust. Tucker's corpse laid next to Sonja's as he had died in vain trying to protect her. Wag's body was gone, off in the lava because the Historian hadn't taken any chances with the wizard.
It was down to Jordan and Tom but they knew that it was futile. They both were running on fumes, exhausted from the journey to Thel Ohim and then dealing with Mianite's betrayal.
Tom had been doing a marvellous job holding World Historian off, despite the exhaustion while Jordan had supported with healing and arrows. It was temporary because they both knew something was going to go wrong. Someone was going to falter and it was going to cost them their lives.
Jordan shot another arrow at the Historian, and then another. The second hit its mark and World Historian fell over, dead. But the first arrow had been blocked and redirected towards Jordan and he didn't notice until it was too late.
It had struck him in the chest, fatal but slow enough he could say goodbye to Tom. Tom had done a little dance when he had died; after all they could finally go home.
"Sparklez! We fucking did it!" Tom danced around the cooling corpse. Tom then looked over at Jordan, worried from the lack of response. "JORDAN!" He screeched. Tom ran over to Jordan where he lay.
"Tom. We did it. But Sonja, Tucker, Wag... They're gone." Jordan coughed, a little blood coming out.
Tom frantically looked over Jordan, desperately trying to find a way to save him. " No please, you can leave me. Please Sparkly Pants, you can't. Not after all this." Tom was sobbing.
Jordan reached for Tom's hand and upon grabbing it, held it close. "Shhhh... Don't cry." Tom tried to smile through his tears but it came out all wrong. Jordan coughed again but smiled back.
"Tom..." Jordan started.
"NO! THIS ISN'T OKAY, IT'S NOT GONNA BE OKAY SO DON'T SAY THAT JORDAN. YOU'RE FUCKING DYING, TUCKER, SONJA AND WAG ARE ALSO FUCKING DEAD. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT YOU TOO?" Tom was sobbing as badly as Mot was. Mot who was now missing from the platform. Jordan was scared he had jumped and he was even more terrified Tom would jump as well.
Jordan raised his other hand and cupped Tom's face. "Promise me." He whispered, "Promise me you'll live. That all this wasn't in vain. Please."
Tom closed his eyes, grimacing at the fact Jordan, the dying one, was telling him not to kill himself. But he nodded, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by Jordan's smile. Tom stored it in his memory, so he could never forget Jordan.
Jordan was starting to feel sleepy so he closed his eyes and started to hum. " You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know, dear..." He trailed off.
Tom wailed, his face towards the sky. It was unfair that Jordan had died. He was alone with only corpses to keep him company. He leaned down and kissed Jordan on the forehead before looking away.
He stood up and looked around at all the corpses. Tom knew he had made a promise to Jordan but some promises were made to be broken. He grabbed Tucker's fallen Kikoku and walked to the edge of the platform. With one last look towards Jordan, Tom stabbed himself and fell into the lava pit below.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.