Was this what the Far Side was supposed to look like? An empty void of absolute nothing? No, it wasn't meant to be like this. There was meant to be action, adventure, a conclusion instead of disappointment and emptiness. They had been abandoned, it was the best way he could put it while something else took their slot to become more popular. Abandoned in a place where the story ended but hadn't concluded.
He didn't bother to open his eyes after the millionth time he'd done so. He knew if he did, he'd find nothing. There was nothing above him or below him, just empty space of wasted potential. He curled in on himself, thinking back to the story they had, eager to see the far side again just as old fans hoped to see it for the first time but it never happened. Left behind, forgotten. It hurt. They had been created from someone's imagination and erased by the same people.
He had been spinning in the empty area, slowly ending up upside down then back up right but this time, after finishing another spin, something caught his attention. A glow was in front of him. A dim light that was slowly growing penetrated the darkness, pushing past his eyelids. In a minute of struggle, Aerrow was finally able to pull his eyelids open, astonishment shimmering in those emerald orbs as before him floated the supposedly legendary Helix crystal.
His arms folded out from his body, hands gently cupping the crystal as it floated inches above his palms. The astonishment was now mixed with sorrow and hope as the glow slowly grey even brighter, eventually illuminating those who used to be friends and enemies but now all neutral in this darkness. Everyone he had met over the source of their story was surrounding him. Finn's hand rested on his shoulder, Piper's arms wrapped around his, Radarr resting on his shoulders, Junko and Stork looking over his shoulder. Across from him, the Dark Ace remained at Master Cyclonis's side, Ravess and Snipe there as well but there was no animosity between them, just the same awe everyone shared.
Inside the center of the light, they were able to see what was keeping them all still afloat. The few people that hadn't forgotten they had existed, the ones still writing for their lost story, drawing for their unique world, the ones still contributing to their existence even by just reading the stories or admiring the drawings. Aerrow had wondered why they hadn't disappeared and now finally he had the answer. They hadn't been forgotten, at least, not completely. There were still people out there putting time and effort into keeping their world afloat. This was enough for Aerrow to smile again, for just a bit of their Atmosia to return, for them to just be able to touch the terras.
This was their warmth in the cold nothing and as Aerrow lifted the crystal higher to allow the shine to reach more areas, he could see smile grace the faces of those he had never seen do such an action. This light was there salvation; the people outside their world deserved their thanks. Though Aerrow was sure the light would die out eventually, the fact there people still out there keeping them afloat was enough for the young Sky Knight to finally take a breath of fresh, new air.
A.N: Wow, I haven't written for this fandom in years and this is probably going to be my last piece in it. I just wanted to give this series my final send off because it was the first anything to make me want to write in general. Ah, I hope this was enjoyable and, I dunno, made you feel something. If not, that's fine too. As long as you enjoyed, then I'm happy.
