I had a terrible inspiration when I listened Alice Coopers "Poison" so I had to write a fanfic. The pairing is sure but I won't tell it you before chapter 3. You can conclude it, though. This fanfic is probably five or six chapters long. It will be very... Weird I know, but I hope you all enjoy it. Now, please, read.

Healing Wind

I made my decision and I can not brake it. This fighting of can and can't has lasted long. But now it was merely hopeless – he was giving up and then, he wasn't. When he decided something of this fight, it didn't do anything. Someway he just ignored it, even when he had done it himself. This way as was it would be everlasting.

I can't do that! I have to be here. That was a lie. 'Here' was nothing to do anymore. Everything you could do has been done. There was nothing to discover, nothing to explore, nothing new, nothing he hadn't done. The whole place was so well-known that there would be not even one stone he hadn't sit on, no stone he hadn't seeked hopeless for any living beings or plants. And obviously, he hadn't found anything but stones, sand, somewhat cloud-looking clouds and the violet sky. And lots of mana.

And I don't even know how I could go back! I can't fly that wide and here are no teleporters and nothing else with what I could go... Back there. How he was missing the world where he had been for so long. He missed everything. The trees, plants, animals, humans, elves and half-elves. All the people he knew and all the places, which were back on the original places... The whole place he missed was so alive! This place was completely dead, exept for him. He really, really wanted to go back. But his senses was telling him that he just couldn't go. And why? Because of -

Her. He thought ironically. It was the reason because he really had to leave. He just didn't realise it in that moment. Now he did understand but he didn't admit. He couldn't go back, he couldn't! Then there would be her, looking at him... How would she look? Heart-broken, betrayed, depressed or angry? Or wouldn't she even look at him? Just turn around and run away, crying? He shouldn't go back, it would make her even more sad. He... Didn't want that.

There isn't even a way I could go back, so this fighting is pointless. He was trying to make himself clear that there was no way to go back. But unlucky for him, he wasn't sure of it. There could be some way to get back there. But it was a way that whatever it was he couldn't do for it anything. Here was nothing with what he could do anything. He couldn't build anything of stones and sand, he couldn't buy anything. The nearest shop was on the world where he wanted – and didn't want – to go. If something could bring him back and would do it, then he can't do anything for it. But it seemed that there was nothing that could bring him back, ever.

I don't even want to go back. That thought was totally pointless. It was so obvious that he did want to go back. He wanted to see all the living plants, all the living beings at all. He wanted to see his son. He... Wanted to be there with them, even with the perverted Chosen of... Old Tethe'alla. There was no Tethe'alla or Sylvarant anymore, that was for sure. Martel – The real Goddess Martel – would watch over the Great Kharlan Tree, or whatever its name would be right now. He wanted to see if everything was like it was 4000 years ago – the ways, cities, lakes, mountains, wales and rivers. He was here perfectly alone, to the next living being was probably thousands or millions of kilometers. There was such a long way to home. And this feeling of being completely alone and the knowledge that he really was completely alone was killing him inside.

But I... Can't go back there! He screamed in his mind. His thoughts were floating back to her. His memories showed expressions on her face, the moonlight on her skin and hair, her words and her smile. Every memory hurted so much, that he had to turn his thoughts somewhere else. He shouldn't think of her, it hurted, burned. He didn't know – or admit – why he felt like that. Why he couldn't remember her without feeling empty inside. He had to hold his thoughts whole the time on something special, because if he wouldn't, his thoughts would soon be recalling the memories of her.

"Why do I feel like I've lost something important?" He asked aloud. Nothing answered him. There he sat, on the stone he was sitting for couple of minutes, hours, days or weeks. Time had no worth in the space. Whole the time he had been thinking, fighting himself and trying to understand even something. The only thing he did understand, was that he wanted to go back. But that wasn't so easy, because there was something because of he didn't want to go back. Someone would be more correct. He didn't want to go back, because he couldn't be there when she was. Why, he didn't admit. He just shouldn't go back, she would be there...

He stand up. Everything was so confusing. He couldn't decide anything. Not that it would change anything... But this way it was now he would get mad, because of that he couldn't decide anything. Anything at all. Like he would have no own will in this situation. But... That was impossible that he wouldn't have any own will.

Cursing under his breath Kratos walked off somewhere else. The somewhere else could be only rocks, sand, stones and everything like that, so that didn't matter that much. The thing what mattered was the problem the Seraphim had.

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