Onestar sat in his quarters, alone, as the ship travelled through the phlogiston. No lights were on in the room, none were needed, since the rainbow ocean provided sufficient illumination. Quill in hand, he finished scribbling some lines in his private journal. Once finished, he placed quill down and read over what he wrote.
"Omnispace is no more. Although it has been two weeks since we left the sphere, we could see, thanks to the rose crystal viewer, what occured.
"As Omnispace died, I had a sudden flash of emotion. In an instant, I remembered everything of my previous live. Aristia. Bob, the Pantomime Mage. Vlasic, son of Classic. The demon from the pits, the battle with the mind flayer, everything. My young life in the Eastern Realms to my death in Arkanston.
"I remember everything, but in a vague, distant sort of way. Emotions are connected to all my memories, true, and I weep for the losses I suffered, but it is all behind me now. In a sense, I have come full circle. With everything that has happened these past few weeks, I am a different man.
"The past is there, I admit it. I have accepted my past. I can no longer live there. I must live for the future, and my place in it. I don't know what the future holds for me, I have to live it the same as everyone else.
"Last night, when I slept, I had a dream. Arista, Bob and the others visited me, bidding me farewell. Their lives and mine are separate now, they said. I have to live for myself. As they walked away, I turned and saw Crystal standing before me, radiant and beautiful as ever.
"I walked to her, not turning my back to my old friends. Crystal and I walked to the ship, boarded her and sailed off. When I awoke this morning, Crystal told me I slept 'like a baby' last night. It was the most serene she had ever seen me.
"Farewell, my friends. Our paths have crossed for the last time. Wherever the gods of old place you, may you be safe."
