Starting over

This was the end, almost. The final needle was in front of Lucas. It seemed so out of place in Lucas's current situation. It was a pure gold color, it looked almost benevolent in his gloomy surroundings. Lucas grasped it firmly with his hands, and yanked it out with full force.

Lucas reflected on the things he had faced to get here: his mother's death, the atrocities caused by Porky Minch, the companions who had helped him, and now his brother's corpse was lying in front of him.

Then, a dark shadow draped over the horizon like a curtain. Lucas was shocked to see what happened next: tidal waves the size of skyscrapers swept distant islands and gigantic flames were spreading like disease. But what did Lucas care? He had lost everything, he just closed his eyes, and asked for forgiveness for what he had caused.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw nothing but a void of blackness faintly illuminated by two dim stars.

"The poor kid has been through a lot. He deserves a second chance." said one voice

"Eureka! He's gentle, timid, and he knows a form of magic, psychokinesis! I know where to take him!" said another voice

"You don't mean..." said the first voice hesitantly

"Yep! C'mon, he'll fit right in!" said the other voice eagerly

"Alright, but it'll be awkward for him."