Prologue
And so it is - the end of the way.
I wish I could tell you that everything turned out fine in the end. For some I guess it did. Some were not so lucky. That everything should end up fine in the end, and if it’s not fine then it’s not the end, is the greatest lie ever told. Sometimes things end and nothing is fine. Sometimes time doesn’t heal all the wounds nor does it lessen the pain. Sometimes you don’t get stronger from the things that didn’t kill you. Sometimes you regret that you didn’t move a little to the right for the thing that was meant to kill you to kill you.
But if you are a new god and death was unreachable to you, and on top of that the world was unbalancing, what then? Then you better find a way to fix your little problem.
Before I was taken away, I grabbed Finn’s notebook. He was not going to like it, but I had to dip the tip of my pen on my tongue one last time to write the last passage in his notebook before I handed it to him.
