This entire situation... he still couldn't get his head around it. Not only had he been called to this place, but also saved from fading into nonexistence? It wasn't even possible within the realms of reality! Time had been rewritten which had to mean that his entire life, everything that made him him was completely erased. There was nothing of him back in his world. Him being there was entirely impossible! Clearly the Gods of this world - at least that was what they were calling themselves - had the power to alter the theory of time itself.

What a terrifying thought.

If that was right then they controlled his fate. With a click of their fingers he might be gone in an instant. No trace would remain either physical or memory. While he might not be able to control what those 'Gods' thought, that was one thing he refused to do again. This was his life now and no matter what, he would find a peaceful way to live it. No fighting, no death, no enemies. That was the reason he was placed with the Neutral Party because he simply didn't want to fight.

But it seemed like there was so much tension in this world. The place they called Elysium. Even the other two places which were supposedly connected were ridden with violence. If anything it disgusted Grovyle. He had lost the most precious thing to him, gotten that thing back only to see her with someone else, sacrificed himself in order to save the future and now he had to fight for survival again? No. That was where they were wrong.

That would be where he would stop. Ahead of him was a shape that could be passed just as any other. Someone who didn't matter, someone who was also apart of this meaningless war. But it looked so familiar and almost... welcoming. No this was impossible. Those ridiculous Gods wouldn't give him the one thing that was most important to him. They couldn't. It would mean that everything would fall apart. He would have failed. The future would never change and he was left with nothing. False hope. So why did his heart feel so light? Why was it filling with that same feeling he had whenever she was around?

"I... Rose is.. that you?" Slowly he would approach, placing a hand on the entity's shoulder. That was if it wasn't her he wouldn't be completely embarrassed and could pretend he was simply being friendly. But... if it was her.

Please let it be her.

TAG: rose
NOTES: Hope this is enough! My posts always run away from me here xD