(Ah, the final chapter! To be truthful, I don't care if anyone is here to read this, I'm still going to finish this story!)

The Myth of Crystaelius:

Chapter Eighteen: Eclipses

The entire planet shook; mountains crumbled, seas fell upon each other, and the humans could only stare, helpless, at the darkness about to engulf them. There was no light, and there was no hope in the eyes of Todd McCleney as he looked into the endless dark.

"Jet… he couldn't stop it…" he stated, never taking his eyes off of the spectacle. He, along with the rest of his companions, could not comprehend what was happening up there as they stood atop Lombardia. Filgaia was being gradually torn apart, and the temperature had dropped severely. Whatever was occurring within Dawn, time was running out for the fate of the world.

Jet attempted to focus as his body burned in pain. He had one shot; he had to neutralize Dawn with whatever energy he had left, including his own life force.

"You're playing a game that you cannot win, Jet; you're doomed to fail!" Crystaelius shouted in an implacable tone. He did not seem joyous, but rather angry. The sphere of pure darkness he held on his palm had grown to an extraordinary size. It was even growing larger as it absorbed the area around the teenaged Ewl; the scenery was fading away into darkness.

"Dammit! Why can't you shut up for a change?" Jet shouted back as a bright, golden aura surrounded him. His wings expanded, and began to glow brightly while the aura morphed into a sphere in front of his chest.

Crystaelius scowled slightly and readied the sphere. "You cannot stop fate you fool! I myself have learned that lesson, but fate was kind enough to grant me another life, even if it was a fake one!"

Tears began to fall from the Ewl's eyes as he fidgeted. "I suppose I feel pity for you; living a life that has no true meaning… So, then, why did you come here, to this place? You could have easily given up and died on that island, but no, heroic actions are first priority, aren't they?"

Jet smirked. "I came here… because I have to know if there's a reason for my life to exist."

"A reason? There is no reason for you, don't you see?"

"No, there has to be!"

"Silence! If you are so passionate about it, then see the light within the darkness! Experience the sorrow I have! The entire human race can share true darkness!"

With that, he unleashed the sphere. Its speed was incredible, absorbing all of its surroundings. Jet ground his teeth; with a loud cry, he released the sphere's energy; it exploded into a massive beam and collided with the sphere.

The pain Jet felt was enormous; his knees buckled as more energy seeped from his body.

"Is this the power of life, Jet? Is this truly all you have to offer in Filgaia's time of plight?" Crystaelius yelled as the beam became smaller. Jet winced and fought the agony, standing straight and holding his arms to his sides. "I… won't give in!" he responded with a roar as his body shook. Light flooded out of him and into the beam, powering it up. The new impact sent the sphere closer to Crystaelius but he gave it no thought and held out his hands. "Once you have been ridden of, Filgaia will no longer be able to sustain itself; it will die, and the planet will become an empty, hollow shell, just as you really are!"

The Drifter closed his eyes and smiled slightly. "No, you're the only one who's going to die!"

"I will not; not again!" The Ewl's body began to slowly dissipate, flowing into the sphere. "I will no longer be a ghost!"

Jet felt the impact instantaneously, and it forced him to his knees. It felt like each and every muscle in his body was going to burst, but there was a sudden cry in the back of his mind.

Come on, Jet! I didn't put my faith in you only to have you dead! You can't die here, not yet!

The Drifter could barely hear the voice, but he suddenly felt as light as a feather. He rose to his feet and scowled. "Yeah, I won't die yet!" Images began to appear in his mind; they were brief, yet as clear as the sky on a cloudless day.

The images showed of his time with Werner Maxwell, his times when he strolled through everyday, his time with Virginia and the others, and finally, his most recent moments. "I guess I should have said goodbye when I had the chance… oh well…"

With a roar, a huge mass of light flew out of Jet and into the beam, flying until it hit the sphere. The Drifter fell, his wings fading as he did so. All of Dawn shook tremendously as the sphere rocked and shattered, leaving a tattered, young boy in the light.

Light began to flood the area, and there was soon only the dark sky, filled with stars. Yet Jet could not see the sky, as he was still within the dark mass which continued to gradually disappear.

"So… the power of light overcame that of darkness…?" Crystaelius confirmed as he shuffled over to Jet's body; his own dissipating into the air.

A pale figure rose from the darkness, his expression solemn. "Why, Crystaelius? Why did you do all of this?"

The Ewl shook his head. "My vision was clouded, and I could not see the truth… My family died, and I gave up living, going through each day like a hollow statue… This is… the best, right…?"

"Yeah, you and I can finally fade away."

"Hmm, thank you, Jet, for helping silence me… Perhaps, we can meet again one day… in peace…"

A huge blast of light blew through the portal of darkness, searing it open. It dissipated in a matter, of seconds, leaving only a small figure falling through the air. Everything became suddenly silent; the wind ceased blowing; the water stopped flowing; the breathing of the Filgaians stopped as the figure fell slowly through the air, his ragged clothing blowing slightly.

Todd was breathless, as was Aaron. Enrique began to smile, and Ileana felt the temperature rise. Virginia began to laugh. "Jet… he did it! He did it!"

Jet Enduro smiled sighed as he felt the tombstone with his fingers. "So, you're the one who was a mother to Jet and Todd? Well, it's nice to meet you," he stated, speaking to no one exact.

The sun shone brightly on the small graveyard Dew slid off of the flowers and blades of grass. There were overgrown weeds and vegetation, and the graveyard did not seem to have a keeper. The activity in the town a mile away was much too slow, but Jet came here only to speak to his, in a sense, 'mother'.

"I thought you would be here; didn't tell the others, right?" asked Aaron as he walked up behind the Drifter. Jet shook his head. "Yeah, it's only been two days… Why are you here?"

"I suppose for the same reason you are, but I guess I also came to bid you farewell." He smiled. "I'm going to be on my way in a few hours, and I already said my 'goodbyes' to the others."

Jet turned to him. "Well, then, Aaron, I guess I'll see you around."

"Yes, maybe we'll meet up again later on." Jet nodded and scratched his head. "Todd told me you're going to Valliace; any particular reason?"

The swordsman thought for a moment. "I believe I'm going for a little adventure, you know? I might even experience a few new things."

He walked over to the graveyard gates and sighed. "Until we meet again Jet, either in this life or the next."

He then walked off, never looking back. Jet watched him for a moment, before smiling slightly.

(Finally, it's over! You know, I've been playing WA3 over again in my EX File, and I've noticed that Beatrice comes out a lot more than you'd expect! Of course, she's only there for like a second, but I've noticed it… oh yes…)