Nothing Left

[Dyew]

It was too late.  Requiem could not hear them.  The instant he caused a paradox all time and space ceased to be.  Requiem had succeeded in doing what Entropy would have inevitably failed to do.  Requiem caused an impossibility and thus he unmade existence.

Dyew and Alana were the last sentient entities that existed.  The small space that Dyew now held in check was the whole of existence.  There was no space and no time outside of this pocket.  Everything that was, is and will be now existed within a five meter bubble of absolute darkness.   Not only was it infinitesimally small compared to what had been, it was shrinking at an exponential rate.  Dyew could not hold onto it.  The fabric of the damned thing was slipping through his fingers.  He was giving his life to keep oblivion at bay.  He could not keep this up for very long.

His mind blazed as his life ebbed from him.  A paradox not only destroys what is and what will be, but also what was because time is an illusion.  Time is an illusion because everything happens in a single instant.  I can not go back in time and stop Requiem because I did not go back in time to stop Requiem.  I can not undo what has been done because that which has been done has already been done relative to me.  I am linking this chain of events because the events take place with relativity to me.  She is linking this chain of events because the events take place within relativity to her.  I can not undo that which has been done.  I can not fix this.

“Quintessence!”   His sword fell to the dry earth they stood upon.  He could not afford to pick it up  His arms where outstretched as if he were keeping something back, straining against an invisible pressure that sought to crush them both.  “Strata!”  He spoke through gritted teeth.  “Draw strata.”

-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of one level every five seconds.
-- Godr’s Song I - All other songs operate at maximum rank.
-- Guardian Rhythm IV - Dyew and his allies receive greater reductions in any damage they take.
-- Hymn of Restoration IV - Dyew and his allies recover one Health level every five seconds.
-- Jig o’ Vigor IV - Dyew and his allies recover one Weariness level every five seconds.
-- Chant of Battle IV - Dyew and his allies receive greater bonuses to all physical statistics.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded- Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior

[Adriana]

What do you do when existence itself is shrinking around you and the one person you trust above all others tells you to pull strata?  Pull strata. 
Forget for the moment that a paradox is impossible.  We’ve moved beyond such things as impossibilities.  When all of existence is negated and only a small bubble remains, impossible no longer exists.  While we’re at it, let’s toss out the laws of physics.  They’re about to disappear anyway.

Alana pulled her sword from the handy sheathe on her back and slammed it into the earth.  Then scooped up Dyew’s sword.  Time, even as an illusion, was a limited commodity and she needed more of it.  What to do?  Considering that Dyew was the one holding their limited existence, and time, in his slipping grip the easiest and most expedient thing to do would be to give him more energy.   More energy meant he could hold longer, offering more time for Alana to work.

She pushed energy into him using their link, while she got to work on her sword.  Currently the sword was capable of converting strata into psionic energy.  While they had a limited amount of strata to work with, Alana had plenty of psionic energy to spare.   If she hurried.  The idea was to switch the polarity and have it convert psionic energy into strata.    And then feed it her own energy.

Alana didn’t speak, but Dyew would hear a multitude of curses in a multitude of languages through their link.  All involving the stupidity of purposefully creating a paradox.

[Dyew]

I'll Come For You by Nickelback

His eyes squinted and he went ridged where he stood.  The orb stopped shrinking for a few seconds and then slowly started to dwindle again.  He then spoke with a strained voice.  "You need a gravity well."  The area they occupied was very small.  A blackhole of any size would devour Dyew.

-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of one level every five seconds.
-- Dyew is recovering Ond at a rate of two additional levels every five seconds because of a power transfer.
-- Godr’s Song I - All other songs operate at maximum rank.
-- Guardian Rhythm IV - Dyew and his allies receive greater reductions in any damage they take.
-- Hymn of Restoration IV - Dyew and his allies recover one Health level every five seconds.
-- Jig o’ Vigor IV - Dyew and his allies recover one Weariness level every five seconds.
-- Chant of Battle IV - Dyew and his allies receive greater bonuses to all physical statistics.
Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded- Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior

[Adriana]

A gravity well?

Her mate could not survive  a gravity well.  The electromagnetic force of his body was not strong enough to withstand the extreme gravitational pull of a black hole.  Which is what they needed in such a compact space. 

Her mate or the multiverse?

Dyew or existence?

How does one choose at such a moment of time?

Her entire personality was focused on the well-being of her family.  Due to current events there was only one capable of claiming membership to that group.  And he wanted her to sacrifice him.

What was existence without him?
Just the mediocre lives of ants spending their finite spans on  ridiculous endeavors.
Bright sparks of incredible achievements.

In the end there is no question, is there?  He would not accept the forfeit of existence for an extension of his life. 

With strata building up, her eyes turned golden and then shifted to black.  No one else was around, and it was more likely that Dyew felt the emotion, rather then seeing it.  Her form shifted as the energy she had left compacted into a single mass.  The only thing left that she could do was keep the gravity well forming pointed away from him.  One last ditch effort to save the man she loved, as useless as the effort

[Dyew]

Alana’s efforts were indeed for naught.  You can not turn a black hole away from someone.  The gravitational pull swept Dyew off his feet.  Not even light could escape its grasp.  The bubble’s diameter shot inward to crush its remaining occupants and then stopped violently at a three meter circumference.  Dyew was alive and there was no more singularity.  He was laying on the ground at Alana’s feet, injured badly.  It seems his limbs were torn at the sockets and his joints and bones were shattered.  His breath was laborious.  His appendages were still intact.  He was not a living torso but he was near death.

There was a vibrate point of light that hung where the singularity had been.  That little point of light blinked, becoming more intense with each passing moment.  Dyew’s last words before he passed into unconsiousness were so unlike him.  He was never one to make jokes.  His smile was bloody when he spoke.  “Cover your ears love.  Its going to be a big bang.”

[Adriana]

Ravenous.

The cloud of energy formed a ghostlike shape of Alana and drifted towards him.  She didn’t have the energy left to create a solid illusion, let alone heal his injuries.  It took all the self-control she had left to keep from descending on him and gulping up his energy.

Analysis

Missing limbs.  Blood loss was imminent.  Internal injuries likely.  Comatose state- nearly.  Blood loss and pain likely acting together to create delusion.    She couldn’t save him, but she could save herself.

Mate.

He was in more danger from her, than he was from his injuries, but for one single fact.  She would not take his life to preserve her own.  A bit of her energy drifted to him and unless something prohibited it, would enter his mind.  It would seek out and block his pain receptors.  The one thing she had left to offer him.

Ravenous

Alana drifted into the light.

[Dyew]

And she vanished, hurled into the new and the now.  Dyew remained but that orb didn't crush him.  In fact it expanded a great deal and he fell.   Bits and pieces of his gear crumbled, turning to dust that would scatter on any wind but here there was no wind.  He opened his eyes as he fell, smiled, and looked up at two figures standing over him.  He strained to speak.  "It is good to have you here at the end."  The orb then shot inward, and nothing remained.