Jaired (prime)

Jaired Delone Portrait of Jaired and Cat Artist: Created by the uploader with Midjourney Planeswalker Race Half-Elf Culture Tehir Profession Drifter Affiliation(s) None In-a-Word Resilient Disposition Carefree Demeanor Calm Primary Trait Fearless Secondary Trait Impartial Flaw Meddlesome Greatest Weakness Reckless Best Friend Cat Loved One Riend

“I had always hoped that my final death would be like being carried to my bed as a child, where I would fall asleep to the laughter coming from the next room…”

Sometimes… the world still ends.

His last memory of that world was scattered like stardust lingering in the windless void. Floating with forgotten purpose that struggled to remember not only its origin, but its path. He recalled the fire that was always waiting at the end. As much as he prepared for it. As much as he fought. As much as he hoped. There was that awful light… and then there wasn’t.

He doesn’t truly know if that fire ever came to be; if they succeeded, or if they had all failed. There wasn’t even ash to reconcile what had occurred.

In a word, Jaired Delone awoke.

His first sight was a familiar sky. That familiarity would settle into most of the world as his memories fractured and reformed to consolidate and make sense of the discrepancies. Of which there were many. Then there was the deep, squeezing pain of loss.

The first familiar face was that of Cat. The ethereal, feline spirit that had long stayed beside him as his guide, companion, and friend. Together they had been severed from their past and left to walk these alien shores.

In time Jaired would come to remember a life, a family, and the long path that extended in his wake. He’d cling onto it as it threatened to dissolve away, because even if from this aperture none of it ever occurred, his memory could keep it all real.

For the first time since he was cursed with the visions of that terrible end; Jaired no longer saw the fire. Only that there was light.