1 Death

His particles drifted apart as he floated across the sky. He looked down, and saw the beautiful Earth below. Soon, he realized, he would be part of everything alive on Earth and off. He had no concern for the humans on any world, for he had done his duty, and his time was through.

The wind was softer now, though it still pushed him along. He could feel the souls woven into it, pushing him-though he was no longer alive, and had no reason for titles- towards the particles of his daemon, who was waiting at him. As the atoms of the former human and daemon blended together, it looked back for one last glimpse of the world he was leaving. If it had had a mouth, it would have gasped. In that one final instant before his conscious left it, it noticed things he had never even thought about. Like how in every world, there were creatures that thrived, but only because of hard work and luck.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and it's consciousness left it. It became a part of everything living, and everything not. Every blade of grass, and every car engine. It was part of the future and the past, and it knew everything that had been, and everything that was to be, but it had no mind in which to notice.

But all through the worlds, all of the creatures this former human's life had affected woke up suddenly and looked around sleepily before drifting back to sleep. Lyra Silvertongue awoke, looked around at Will, who was also awake and smiled before falling back to sleep.

And as the last bits of John Parry and his daemon drifted apart, they heaved a huge sigh of relief, that made angels look up and sing. They sighed, for the long day's work was done, and now they could rest.