Mythos nodded, "Give me a minute." he pulled out a stone from his pocket, whispering a few choice words into it.
"Nameless, before I go... I want you to know that you will be able to know what is right when it comes time for you to act, if your Author will be using you. I wish you the best and... I hope that you can get back to what your life was before I killed you. I'm sorry... I never deserved your friendship when it came."
And so he finished dissolving.
Then... in a place Beyond time and Beyond mortal understanding, also known as what he would've called the true afterlife, the fractured pieces of Thaidakar’s soul formed, scattered to the far reaches of the Beyond.
After a long time of sitting in dusty places across the Beyond, someone came to pick up those shards of the Narrator's soul.
It took a long time to gather it all, millenia, even.
Eventually, however, in a time long after the current events and conflicts in TLT ended, someone found them all and put them back together. Reforming the soul of one long dead.
And thus Thaidakar awoke.
He stretched his fingers, widening his eyes as he looked about at the unfamiliar surroundings. The former Narrator whispered, “Where am I?”
Zara turned him by his shoulders to face her. His look said it all, he was happy. “Home,” she whispered back. Before he could say anything, she kissed him and all else was forgotten as if the previous life were an unhappy dream. And the dream of what had once been was lost in the euphoria of finally being in the other’s arms again, never wanting to let go for eternity.
And, for once, they didn’t have to.
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Darkness shrugged, "I'm good at being evil, I'm just not interested in participating at the moment. I'm looking forward to killing you, Named One. It's going to be a fun game, fighting you."