Page 108 of Echoes From the Void
Into void.
Into destiny finally, properly chosen.
I’m coming, brother, I send through our bond as reality fades around us.Hold on. Just hold on.
The darkness swallows us whole.
But somewhere in that endless night, a light pulses in response.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Echoing.
Forever.
Chapter 37
Frankie
Fallingthrough void feels like dying.
Not the quick death of violence, but the slow fading of a star—light and energy dispersing into endless night. My wolves’ forms blur at the edges as reality itself becomes nebulous. Even our father’s protective presence feels more concept than substance, wrapped around us like living shadow. Through the mate bonds, I feel echoes of their strength—Matteo’s steel resolve, Leo’s unwavering warmth, Bishop’s ancient protection, Dorian’s timeless patience.
Then...something changes.
The darkness gives way to soft radiance—not Finn’s familiar light, but something older. Ancient. The kind of light that existed before the sun, before shadow itself had meaning. My wolves still against me, their instincts recognizing power older than their own.
Look, our father’s voice resonates through spaces between thought and sound.Remember.
The light resolves into images, into memory itself:
A great hall filled with beings of pure radiance. Light shifters, hundreds of them, their power illuminating reality’s earliest dawn. Among them stands a woman with violet eyes—our mother, younger but unmistakable. Her light pulses with life, with purpose, with desperate hope. I feel Finn’s essence stir through our bond, recognizing her even across the void’s vast distance.
The first collapse, the Eredar’s voice carries weight of witness.When the realms began to fail.
I watch as the light shifters join hands, their combined power reaching between realities to hold existence itself together. But something goes wrong. The void’s corruption spreads too fast, too hungry. Through my shadows, I feel the echoes of their desperation, their certainty that sacrifice was the only way.
They tried to stabilize everything at once, my father’s grief bleeds through the memory.Tried to save all realities. But the cost...
The light shifters’ forms begin to crystallize, their power freezing them between moments as they fight to hold reality together. My mother’s voice rises in shadow-song, trying to warn them, to stop them before-
The memory shifts.
Now I see them—hundreds of light shifters suspended in perfect stasis, their power eternally feeding the barriers between realms. Not dead, but not truly alive. Frozen between moments, between heartbeats, between choices. Their combined light pulses with the very rhythm of existence, each beat a desperate attempt to hold reality together.
Is this...My thought feels small against the weight of history. Is this where they all went? Where she came from?
Yes, our father’s presence wraps closer around me, protective and proud and grieving all at once.Your mother was the last. The only one who listened when I warned them. When I tried to show them another way.
The memory ripples again, showing my mother and father—light and shadow, supposed enemies—finding balance together.Creating something new. Creating us. Through our twin bond, I feel Finn’s essence respond to this truth, his light reaching for mine across impossible distance.
The prophecy, I realize.It was never about sacrifice. It was about...
Choice, he finishes.About finding balance freely given, not forced. About learning from their mistakes.
Around us, the void pulses—not with hunger now, but with something almost like recognition. My wolves press closer, their forms steadying as they adapt to this space between spaces. Through the mate bonds, I feel my pack’s strength sustaining me—four distinct songs of power harmonizing with my own.
