I'm am so sorry but I realized that Aisha's trip down memory lane is gonna be short since the others have already revealed what had happened and it would be pretty boring to write the same thing again... QQ and I don't have many ideas right now... I'm being blocked from them by my motivation...

I am so bad at planning ahead DX

Disclaimer: I do not own Elsowrd

"This is rare, to be in the presence of the Administrator of the Space and Time flow. Last time I seen you was when I decided my path."

"Hehehe, you do know that you don't have much time left, right?"

"... What are you getting at, Glaive?"

"I came with an offer."

"That's... rather nice of you."

"Hahaha, no, it's not my best interest to do so. It's a Dimension's Witch's last wish. Policy states that before their souls return to keep the balance of space and time, they are granted with a final will. It makes for their souls to return willingly. And unfortunately, as the Administrator of the flow, I must see to it that it is fulfilled."

"..."

"So, Dimension Witch Aisha Cerise, before you leave this world. What is your last will of this pitiful world?"

"I want..."

She remembered the conversation clearly out of everything. Glaive was essentially giving her a chance to change the fate of the future. Of course, there were restrictions - that she knew. Her last will cannot affect the past since the past stays in the past, and the fate of those who has already been initiated. For example, if one is already dying, one cannot change their fate so they can live.

Aisha just couldn't believe that it was already that time. It seemed too fast. Her life has gone by too fast and too many events happened in that short span of time. It was... just a blur.

She barely remember the time when she and her friends were just innocent little kids, not knowing what kind of chaos they were being thrown into.

"Elsword, look at what I can do!" Little Aisha chirped, demonstrating the magic that she has been practicing. She literally threw a clouds of pink sparkles at said boy.

The redhead coughed, waving the dust away before scowling at the purplette. "What the hell Aisha! I hate those stuff!"

"Don't be a wuss, I think this is perfect for me."

Elsword rolled his eyes. "Sure sure, girly princess."

"... I am a girl. And a princess you idiot."

Why can't they remain that way for the rest of their lives? When was the last time she truly smiled? Saw them smile? She couldn't remember at all. THose fleeting moments disappeared as quick as it came, over shadowed by the darkening path ahead.

Aisha stared, horror-struck as blood splattered across her face and her dress as if she was simply a canvas for an artist to work on. In this case, the artist was a murder who was once her to-be family.

She couldn't move, her knees buckling but she refused to fall. She couldn't hear any of what her sister nor what Raven was yelling at her. All she saw was her parents lying on the ground. Dead - no, they have to be asleep.

That's right, they were asleep and Edan just came in and douse them in wine to wake them up. A few droplets fell into her mouth and she was drunk with a hallucination. She was never one to tolerate alcohol.

It was all she could think of. This illusion that her mind made up quelled her panic, for the moment.

It was only when the room became chilly, followed by a voice that was familiar yet unfamiliar that snapped her out. She watched as her sister grew cold with hatred and then looked back down at the lifeless bodies.

All she heard after that was a scream. Her scream.

Everything went downhill. She couldn't remember where it had started nor did it mattered. She couldn't prevent it from happening, nor could she prevent what was going to happen to Elsword and Ara. She wasn't there and even if she was, she doubted she would have an impact, just like at her parents' death and Noah's change.

Aisha stood in front of the friend - and crush - that she knew when she was just a child. She didn't believe her eyes.

A cruel reality struck her one after another. First it was Noah, with her cold gaze, and now Elsword, with his cruel smirk. Everything was falling apart around her and she wasn't able to do a thing.

"I think this conversation is over. If this is all you're here for, then leave. Rena, show Princess Aisha the exit."

His words were like a harsh rejection. A push over the cliff that's already crumbling.

The elf gave her a sympathetic glance before urging the purplette out.

"But that's not what I'm here for..."

Indeed it wasn't, but what could she do? The wheel of cruel fate has been spinning for a long time and she learned to accept it. But it wasn't right either. No one. And she meant no one, should deserve this. Should deserve to leave the living when they found their happiness.

"Aisha..."

The purplette looked up from her book, seeing Ara stepping in. Her movements were always wary.

"Ara, what are you doing here?" Aisha'd had asked. "You're supposed to be hiding in that cabin! What if someone saw and recognize you?"

The Asura sighed and sat on her bed. "I... I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" She asked, sitting down next to her and patted the former Sander royal in comfort for she was extremely worried about something.

"I... I think you already know this but... I... I fell in love with Add."

Aisha nodded and couldn't help the smirk lurking around the corner of her lips. She knew it all along and she had confirmed it when she had left the two at the little inn while she was looking for the cabin. That was why she decided to cancel hers and Add's engagement.

She nudged Ara's side. "When are you going to tell him?"

The Asura blushed and shook her head. "T-That's not what I want to talk about..."

"Huh?"

Ara shifted uncomfortably as her blush spread. "I um... I think... I might have..."

Aisha waited but no answer came. "Have what?"

"Um..." The Asura shifted again, averting the purplette's curious gaze. "I think... I-I might have been... i-impregnated with Add's child... unintentionally."

It took Aisha minutes to process that before sighing. She knew there was a possibility of that. After all, they were drunk. "Is that so..."

She would have laughed at Ara's incredulous face when she had took that in so calmly, but she didn't. She was happy that she saw Ara looking forward to something in this twisted world. She even asked Aisha to babysit when they arrive.

"Will you ever tell him?" Aisha asked in concern, looking into the cradle to see a pair of twins cuddling up to each other. "His is the father after all."

Ara shook her head. "No... Not yet. I don't think he's ready to know with how he is right now. He hates me."

"... Not really."

That was the last conversation she had with Ara. It wasn't long until Elsword came upon her in that forest. And she was too late to help. Like always.

She had also sputtered out regretful words at the redhead. She remembered how his eyes turned colder, piercing through her heart and freezing it. His words from then shattered her completely.

"... The feeling's mutual, Princess Aisha."

His voice was so distant. It was then that she realized that Elsword was gone. Replaced. The man that she once loved disappeared years before and she couldn't prevent it from happening.

She was useless. Always useless. She couldn't even help Raven, whom has been with her for so long.

Her whole life, she was nothing but a piece of useless junk. She was the hopeless princess that thought there was still a guiding light. Turned out, there wasn't any. Instead, she was falling into the abyss and she didn't know know of the darkness that came after her.

"W-who... who're you?" Aisha managed to voice out, though it was strained. She was tired from the relentless onslaughts of demons that caught up to her. Sure she said that she would let fate decide her next move, now that things seemed to be unchangeable. But she didn't wanted this. None of it.

Red eyes glinted through the shadows and a demon with grey skin and silver hair appeared before her. He jeered at her pathetic state. "Come quietly, little Dimension Witch. Every ounce of your powers are needed after all."

"I'm a dying witch." Aisha growled out. "You're not going to get anything from me."

The demon howled with laughter, which confused her. "That's exactly why I want you. When a Dimension Witch is at her wits last, that's when she's at her strongest. Your magic will be the fuel for the project that I have been working on."

"..." Aisha's response was to distort space and shred the demons to her left. "No way in hell."

Of course, that was what she said but... she had ended up here anyways. Bounded in chains and help up against a wall while she felt everything drained from her. Her life, her soul, her magic, her memories. Every bits and pieces that was precious to her flashed before her before disappearing into darkness.

The only thing she remembered clearly was the encounter with Glaive, and even that was fleeting. What did she say her last will was? Was her soul even going to be able to return to the space and time flow now? If not, then was her last wish even going to be granted?

She weakly lifted her head, glaring at the demon general who resided in Lanox. She vaguely remember hearing him being addressed as General Scar.

The tentacles that bounded her squeezed tighter around her wrists and ankles,leeching her more and more of her energy to fuel whatever gate they were trying to open.

Every second that passed, she was losing her focus, she was losing the grip on her life, but most importantly, she was losing all of her precious memories. The happy ones.

She couldn't remember how long she has been here. It could have been hours, days, weeks but that was the least of her worries.

"Help..." Aisha muttered, her breathing was slow and irregular and her complexion was pale. Why was she asking for help? Wasn't she useless? So there wouldn't be any reason for anyone to save her.

The gray skin, silver haired demon trudged up to her, lifting up her head by the chin. He was sneering again. "What's wrong? Has your energy been so depleted that you no longer kick and shout?"

Aisha glared weakly at the one who had captured her. "What... do you want from me... Aren." It was a demand even though she knew that she was in no position to demand anything. Of all the people she was forgetting, she could still remember the brother of one of her deceased friend who caused so much agony to her loved ones. But she knew that it wouldn't be long that that will be taken away as well. That was something she wouldn't mind losing.

He scowled, caressing her face with his rapier before making a cut on her pale cheeks, causing blood to draw out. "That imbecile of a human no longer exist."

Aisha winced and tried to jerk away, fearing flooding her eyes. Was she always like this? Was she always scared? She couldn't remember.

"Ran." Scar called with a deep stern tone. "Don't mess with our fuel. We need to make sure the dimension gate is stable after all."

Dimension... gate? Aisha echoed in her mind an then widened her eyes in horror. "No... nonono!"

She somehow found the strength to struggle again. Her knowledge of dimensions and the likes were still intact and what the demon general blurted out was a huge problem. "What do you think you're doing?! If you open that gate, the world will collapse into chaos! No one will be able to escape!"

She was met with a slap that left a stinging pain on her right cheek. She grimaced and glowered at her attacker.

"Looks like your energy's back." Ran mused.

"You are messing with the space and time flow." Aisha growled.

"We know." He answered nonchalantly, then his red eyes slitted like that of a snake's. "But wouldn't it be interesting to meet your counterparts and ask them to join forces with you?"

Aisha widened her eyes as she squirmed even more. "I won't allow this! As a Dimension Witch, I'm tasked with watching over the flow and the gate until the end! I won't be the cause of it to -"

She felt sudden sharp pain forced onto her stomach like a truck. White spots danced around her vision before she faded into unconsciousness.

"Tch." Ran held his head in his hand while his free one leaned against the wall of support. He regretted knocking the girl unconscious, for it only brought him a headache. "Damn human."

"I'm surprise you haven't gain complete control yet." Scar mused, looking over a scroll. "it's been what, five years?"

"Shut up." Ran growled before grimacing again. "I can't devour his soul completely yet. There's a shred of that imbecile being kept alive." His red eyes gazed over to the opal gate with inscribed runes. "Once that is complete, I'll slaughter that goody two-shoe in the other world. Then all hope for this world will be lost."

Eyes fluttered open and surveyed the owner's surroundings. It was dark all around with a gloomy atmosphere hanging.

Before confusion fully settles, ears picked up weeping from a far and steps could be heard in a tap-tap-tap that echoed in the gloomy silence.

Among the darkness, a person glowed in a brought light and that person continued to look for the source of the crying until they saw another of their kind.

The person approached the girl who was hugging herself and crying into her arms. Those two were the only ones of light in this world of darkness.

"Hey, are you okay?" The person asked, revealing the voice to be quite feminine . "Why are you crying?"

She reached for the weeping gal, only to stop when the latter looked up, eyes were hollow but tears streamed down from them. To the former, she looked quite...

"... I can't... remember."

"Hehehe," The white haired Administrator cackled as dices juggled in his gloved hand. He was looking through a mirror created by a Time cube. "Your wish made an impact on Lady Fate."

Behind his metallic mask, he frowned as he saw a familiar gate. He held up his hand, the time and space cubes going slightly berserk before glowing a bright blue hue.

"Let's see how all of you repaint this dark future before I have to step in."

Done and probably won't be updating for a while ;;

Sorry to Aisha and the readers for the short chapter.