Kael threw himself into the crack between worlds before anyone could stop him.
The last thing he heard was Marcus screaming his na. Then everything went silent and dark.
He fell through emptiness for what felt like hours. His body twisted and turned like he was tumbling down an invisible hill. When he finally landed, he hit sothing soft but cold.
Snow. But not normal snow. This snow was made of forgotten thoughts and lost dreams.
"Emma!" he called out, getting to his feet. "Emma, where are you?"
His voice echoed strangely here. Instead of hearing his words, he heard mories of all the tis he’d called her na. When she was learning to walk. When she fell off her bike. When monsters under her bed scared her.
"Dad?"
Kael spun around. Emma stood twenty feet away, but she looked confused and distant. Her silver glow was dim, like a dying flashlight.
"Emma, thank goodness. I ca to bring you ho."
She tilted her head like a curious puppy. "Ho? I think I rember that word. But you... who are you again?"
Kael’s heart broke into a million pieces. "I’m your father."
"Father," Emma repeated slowly. "That sounds important. But I can’t rember why."
The Void Hunger had stolen almost all of her mories. She was like a computer that had been erased, with only tiny fragnts of data left behind.
"Let help you rember," Kael said gently, walking closer.
But as he moved, the ground beneath his feet changed. Instead of snow, he was now walking on a carpet in Emma’s old nursery. The walls showed pictures of their life together - her first steps, birthday parties, bedti stories.
"I’ve been in this room before," Emma said with wonder.
"Every night when you were little. I’d tuck you in and tell you stories."
Emma touched one of the pictures on the wall. It showed Kael reading to a three-year-old Emma. "This man looks like you. And this little girl..."
"That’s you, sweetheart."
Tears began forming in Emma’s eyes, but she wiped them away quickly. "Why does looking at this make water co from my eyes?"
"Because part of you rembers being loved."
Emma backed away from him. "Love hurts. The Void thing told love only causes pain."
"The Void thing lied," Kael said firmly. "Love hurts sotis, but it also brings the greatest joy in the universe."
He pointed to another picture. Emma blowing out candles on her seventh birthday cake. "Rember this? You wished for a puppy, but I got you a goldfish instead. You nad him Mr. Bubbles."
Emma’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Mr. Bubbles! He lived in a bowl by my window!" She clapped her hands excitedly. "He did tricks! Well, sort of. He swam in circles when I asked him to."
"That’s right," Kael smiled, tears streaming down his face. "You talked to that fish for hours."
More mories began returning. Emma’s silver glow grew a little brighter, a little warr.
"You sang to ," she rembered suddenly. "When thunder scared , you’d sing the song about sunshine."
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," Kael sang softly.
Emma joined in, her voice shaky but sweet. "You make happy when skies are gray."
As they sang together, the room around them changed again. Now they were in Emma’s bedroom from when she was ten. Her stuffed animals sat on the bed, waiting for her to co ho.
"I loved Mr. Teddy the most," Emma said, picking up a worn brown bear. "You gave him to when I was scared of starting school."
"You carried him everywhere for two years."
Emma hugged the bear tight. With each mory that returned, she looked more like the daughter Kael rembered. But sothing else was happening too.
Her power was getting weaker.
The silver glow around her was fading. Her ability to exist between life and death was disappearing.
"Emma, I need to tell you sothing important," Kael said urgently.
"What?"
"The Necro-Sovereign is winning the war. While you’ve been lost in the realm of the dead, he’s been destroying everything."
Emma’s face went pale. "But I was supposed to stop him."
"You can still stop him. But first, you need to rember why you wanted to save people in the first place."
Emma looked around the room at all her childhood things. "I wanted to save people because..."
"Because you love them," Kael finished. "Just like you love Mr. Teddy. Just like you love Mr. Bubbles. Just like you love ."
"I do love you," Emma whispered, and when she said it, her glow ward up completely. "You’re my dad. You’ve always been there for ."
She ran into his arms, and Kael held her tight. For a mont, everything felt perfect.
But then the room began shaking.
"What’s happening?" Emma asked, scared.
A new voice answered her. Cold and terrible and very familiar.
"You’re making yourself weak, little sister."
They turned to see the Void Emma standing in the doorway. But now she looked even more solid than before. More real.
"Every mory you recover makes stronger," Void Emma explained with a cruel smile. "Because for every good mory you rember, I get to keep all the bad ones you’re trying to forget."
"What bad mories?" Emma asked.
"The mory of killing innocent people. The mory of turning Dad into your slave. The mory of breaking reality itself."
Real Emma’s face crumpled with guilt. "I did do those things."
"Yes, you did. And now you’re too weak to fix any of it."
Void Emma raised her hand, and the childhood room began dissolving. "While you’ve been playing with teddy bears, the Necro-Sovereign has destroyed twelve more worlds."
Through the crumbling walls, they could see the truth. Dead worlds were crashing into living ones everywhere. The sky was full of screaming and fire.
"I have to stop him," Emma said desperately.
"You can’t," Void Emma laughed. "You used up all your power trying to resurrect everyone. Now you’re just a normal little girl with pretty lights."
It was true. Emma tried to summon her death-controlling powers, but barely anything happened. A few sparks of silver light, nothing more.
"But there is one way you could beco strong again," Void Emma said thoughtfully.
"How?"
"Give your mories of love. All of them. Love is what’s making you weak. Let take it away, and you’ll have power beyond imagining."
Emma looked at her father. If she gave up her mories of loving him, would she even care about saving the world anymore?
"Don’t listen to her," Kael said urgently. "Love isn’t weakness. It’s strength."
"Then why am I so powerless?" Emma asked, tears streaming down her face.
Before Kael could answer, the Necro-Sovereign’s voice bood across all realities.
"CHILD OF TWO WORLDS. YOUR TI IS UP."
The sky split open like a giant mouth. Through it, they could see the Necro-Sovereign floating in space, bigger than a mountain. His army of dead things stretched across a thousand worlds.
"I have won," the Necro-Sovereign declared. "Life ends today. Death is eternal."
Emma tried again to use her powers. This ti, nothing happened at all. Her mories of love had made her too human to control death anymore.
"I failed," she sobbed. "Everyone is going to die because I’m too weak."
"You’re not weak," Kael insisted. "You’re just..."
But he never finished his sentence.
Because at that mont, sothing impossible happened.
The Necro-Sovereign began laughing.
Not his usual evil laugh. This was different. Surprised. Almost... pleased?
"Finally," the Necro-Sovereign said with satisfaction. "She understands."
"Understands what?" Kael shouted.
"That love and death are not opposites," the Necro-Sovereign explained. "They are partners."
Emma’s eyes went wide with shock. "What do you an?"
"I an you never had to choose between them, foolish child. You were supposed to embrace both."
The Necro-Sovereign’s form began changing. The dark, scary appearance lted away like ice in the sun.
Underneath was a face that looked exactly like Emma’s.
"Hello, daughter," the Necro-Sovereign said gently. "I’ve been waiting so long for you to rember who you really are."
Emma stared in absolute horror.
The Necro-Sovereign wasn’t her enemy.
He was her real father.
And Kael, the man who had raised her and loved her all these years?
He wasn’t her father at all.
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