Author's Notes: I was supposed to be writing a report, but Thomas A. Doody doesn't exist! So I am writing the last chapter while I have internet access.
ZOMG THIRTEEN CHAPTERS BAD LUCK! I don't know. Half of this could be condensed in to one chapter so I don't know if it really counts. Either way, it's the first time I actually finished a chapter story. I think. Well, a decent one.
Geeeez everyone needs to leave me aloooone I'm typing on the computer in the back for a reason. Grown-ups are gross. And technologically inefficient. I'm such a five-year-old. Except I'm not as annoying (I hope).
In his death Fer saw a dream.
It was a dream filled with light. The light was too strong for Fer. He felt like he would perish beneath it. He felt like dust beneath it. He didn't feel worthy of something so great.
But then he heard his name, and he knew he had always been worthy. It was not the name 'Fer', which he had always been called, but he knew it was his name just the same. This name was much better, and it suited him far more than Fer, though if asked he would be unable to tell you what it meant. But from the first time he heard it, he knew he was what he was meant to be called. The name resonated inside him.
The light became much more welcoming as soon as he knew himself that he was supposed to be with it. "Who are you?" It was an appropriate question; this light wasn't a thing, it was an entity.
"I am what you wanted."
"Why was I not a puppet?" He felt like it should know.
"Because you did not wish to be a puppet."
He recognized, in the part of him that was still considered consciousness, that neither question had really been answered, but he wasn't annoyed; he would have eternities to figure out the real answers on his own. This light should not be viewed as a scapegoat, he thought, and should not be treated as a god. Suddenly the answer hit him, and his bodiless thoughts floated closer into oblivion.
"You're Irk."
Somehow Irk and the soon to come oblivion were the same thing. Or right next to each other. He thought he saw a misty outline of some body in the light that was Irk, and he knew that it was his beloved, his planet, that was speaking to him.
"I am what you devoted yourself to. I am what you always wanted."
"Am I.. dead?" The question sounded weird, like it came out wrong. He was sad he was not alive… but not that sad. More like it made sense, but he didn't want the sense to be there. He didn't want to stop living, because his thoughts were all he had, and if he died and death meant his thoughts died too… he would not be able to be with Irk.
"You will come to me, no matter what life you take. There is no relief from the destiny you chose. You chose to stay with your planet Irk, no matter what.
"Does that mean only in death I can be with you?" Death was becoming a much more solid concept to him. He felt more alive, but not in a good way. He felt much too solid for this realm.
"It means whatever life you choose, Irk is what will stay in your heart." Irk called him by that name again, the name that sealed his fate and erased any past history he had created, and he felt himself being embraced by something much greater that anything that could be touched while living. Lightyears could pass as he was held by that light, and as Fer and all he had been melted away, he blended with his planet Irk.
Okay, that was…. Weird. It came out much more abstract that I wanted it to. Damn. I'm not rewriting this. STORY ENDED.
Sorry I couldn't do a better job, everybody… Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and internet chocolate elves for everyone who reviewed more than once. It kept me motivated to finish this story. I luvs you alls.
The light thing wasn't supposed to be anything religious, by the way. It's just an overused concept I went with because I am not original. Just wanted to clear that up.
And sorry I never got in the hang of writing long chapters. Maybe I will by the next story (I prolly won't do anything new, and especially not a chapter story, until I get internet access returned at my house. Typing in places with other people around is too weird).