Breeze whistled through the vast rolling hills of Kelptan. A lively pub was tucked in the grassy field and lights peaked out from the windows. Who knew shirtless mermaids and mermen enjoy the hot tubs on the wooden porch of the restaurant? Waitresses twitched their cat ears to hear for more refilled on beers and flickered their fluffy tails in response. 

The cooks had a nature appearance, moss skin and diamond eyes. They ordered the best prime meats shipped from two galaxies over, but the price was worth the taste of fifty aged, seasoned meat. 

Echoes of fighting could be heard and the lasers and bullets from the machinery lite up the sky like fireworks. Bets were placed on almost table to see who would win the war between the Zyins, metal tentacle monsters. The other side Plo, werewolves with wings and born with gills—not to breath underwater but to travel with the shimmering stars. 

The immortal was starved from passing the war. In a crowded place like this, he could sit anywhere he liked and be served when the waitresses were ready. The lone stranger sat on a bar and he scanned the menu. A dead flower that was once its petals were glowing, Kelp, only found in Kelptan. 

When he ordered his meal, the man had the pub’s famous beer that tasted like piss but he gladly swallowed every drop so maybe the war above him would silence out. His stargaze eyes pondered why there had to be ugly and terrible fights, nothing but long-lasting wars followed the trails of suffering. 

There were so many aliens with each life, but none of them could ever have a past like him. No one could understand the years behind those twinkling gaze which matched the vortex itself. Hundred people chatted and laughed in the pub, but he hadn’t even muster a smile for centuries. 

He lifted his arm and clenched his hands into a fist, doomsday sparks electrifying his fingertips. With a several sparse people who truly knew his godly powers, he was mostly feared by them. Only a few hugged him and thanked for the creation he made. 

Who was he to decide fate? He could end the world but the happiness dancing on the individuals that liked him, the immortal couldn’t shake off. 

Gripping his curly brown hair and the sparks gone, the young man wasn’t sure if the beer was getting to him—but no—it was just his hysteria being alone for endless years. Jumping from planet to planet and seeing all the creation made wasn’t tiring, but how long could he bear this loneliness?

What kind of god am I?

He closed his eyes tirelessly and uninvited flashbacks came forth: Running…running…when will I ever stop? 

“Hey sugar,” the bartender smiles warmly, red dragon scales pattered on her skin. Leaning against the bar, her pushed up bra enhanced her curves. “You doing okay, love?” She grabbed his empty glass with her metal hand and arm, filling it back up with beer, “On the house.” 

The stranger murmured ever so softly, “Thank you.” He scanned around the pub and loved the place. There were a lot of different people here. With a drop of his head, so many memories flooded in and he could almost hear his siblings voices of arguments and laughter. 

What happened? 

This night was getting to him. The booming noises from the canyons and shield breaker deafened his ears and the past seemed to crawling back into his mind and soul. Even though the battle was hundreds miles above, he could smell the blood lust and almost taste it in disgust. 

The food he ordered was placed in front of him and he hardly heard the waitress politely asking if needed anything else. All he could manage was shake his head and feel his hungriness go vacant. What was the point of eating, he truly didn’t need it,

He sucked in his cheeks and breathed out with frustration in not being able to destroy himself; the immortal had to find his other half. After the horrific unfolded and the universe expended, no matter where he went, everything was chaotic with no reasoning. 

The godly man had no more reason to continue the planets from orbiting, to let the universe grow infinitely, and only let darkness take over and maybe the guilt and pain would whither away with him. 

Before he could resume with his despair thinking, a girl cleared her throat and asked in a nervous tone: “Are you going to eat that sandwich?” 

Looking up with a wild eyes at not noticing his surroundings, the stranger’s head whirled to keep himself from being a completely idiot. Finally his crazy eyes stopped swirling in puzzlement and he focused on the young woman with dark navy hair and a small choke collar around her neck. 

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As nonchalantly as he could, the man answered: “Um, sure, I wasn’t going to eat it anyway.” 

The girl shoved the sandwich in her mouth which he wasn’t expecting her to be scuffing the food down, but he chuckled silently at her vague cuteness about her. After she finished his meal, her eyes rolled behind her head and she moaned, “One of the best pup sandwiches around. I swear other planets uses the weird ingredients.” 

The immortal raised his eyebrows and returned sipping the nasty beer. There was something about her that was so familiar. His brain racketed to figure out what planet she was from, but the years from traveling the worlds fizzled his mind. 

With a contented countenance, the girl pushed the plate away and leaned her elbows on the counter, her feet kicking below the bar stool. The man realized how short she was. She rested her head on her arms, her long bangs curtaining over her face. “I know that look, it’s so recognizable. You’re a lone traveler like me, expect I have a destination but you are running from something.” 

She frowned and lifted her head, a sigh escaping her dry lips and her dark eyes glossing over unforgettable memories. “Or from someone.” 

“How…?” rasped the immortal, staring at her whole appearance this time. She wore ripped black shorts and a lose low crop top that had letters completing one word: Kitten. The ‘I’s dot had a small cat’s face. 

There was never a person that could pinpoint who he was. Maybe it was so obvious in his gaze. Some people looked in his direction because of his twilight eyes, but most of the time, no one even glanced at his direction—unless of course, he was paying for something.

The girl scoffed and brushed her long bangs away from her face. Tears glistened in her lost stare and she looked down at her worn out sneakers. Her voice broke into someone who was forgotten, “I miss them too.” 

The dead Kelp blossomed alive, its withered petals glowing and stems rising up as if restored back. She banged her fist on the bar and aliens glared at her for spilling their almost overfilling beer glasses. Her bangs once again, fell over her face. 

For the weirdest reason, the man wanted to sweep the bangs away from her face and see that same lost look. As a powerful being, he could always read minds. He let all the negative, positive, sad, happy, private, and wondering thoughts flow in his mind. He could hear everyone in the pub...expect for one. 

Glancing back at the girl, he couldn’t hear hers. “Who are you?” 

“No one important,” she muttered under her breath. Then she smiled weakly, “I need a favor from you. I can’t slip between the cracks of the worlds without you, only you can because you made these worlds—well...never mind.” 

“You have been looking for me, haven’t you?” the stranger asked. “How do you know me?” 

The girl stood up, slapped the rest of the coins she had in her pocket for the meal and left the bar. Confusion raced in the man’s head and he wasn’t sure to follow her but his curiosity got the better of him. 

The warmth from the lasers and arson from above the sky heated the night air. However, he shivered and dug his hands into his tan trench coat, seeing the other traveler star up at the battle in marvelous. 

After a few seconds of silence, he inquired, “Where do you need to go?” 

“Back home,” the girl whispered, her answer carrying to his ears. 

He took several steps and before he knew it, the immortal was by her side and also looking up at the battle—but in his eyes, it wasn’t marvelous but only destruction. 

“Where is your home?” he said, feeling awkward to be pushing the obvious as if she wanted him to be asking her thoughts. 

The breeze answered between them for another second, but it felt longer this time as if he didn’t know her reply, the universe would collapse on itself without his consciousness. 

“Earth,” the girl responded, but her tone was strained in pain and if she didn’t want to go back, but it seemed like it was her duty. 

The immortal gasped softly and his mind unraveled of all his questions about her. 

Earth. Where everything started…Our last creation before…

How could he forget after all this time?

How on earth did she manage to get here? He had never seen their creation flying up in the stars and slipping through the cracks of the different worlds his siblings and him made. They made so the humans couldn’t, it was impossible. 

Apparently not so...anymore. He scoffed silently in wonderment if that world had advanced to do so like the other arts he mastered before this one. 

He lifted his hands and a vortex portal livened in front of them. The beautiful planet after his sister’s named was right in front of his eyes. Emotions rose up that he had so long tried to shove down. Hurt, love, sadness, and most of all, loneliness inflamed inside of him. 

Why did he walk away from his best brother, his best friend? He betrayed his sister’s love for his cowardly protection. He squeezed his eyes shut in trying to remember leaving the only people he had and loved. 

“Family huh?” the girl sarcastically laughed. Slumping her shoulders in a daunting manner, she added while staring into the distance, “Just remember you decide who’s your family, it’s not the shared the blood in your veins but if you are willing to spill your blood for them.”

The godly man snapped back at her and inhaled deeply, but he never had needed air to breath. The nonsense things she was speaking, it was like she could read his mind. The long grass tickled at her bare ankles. 

They looked back at the glimmering portal and the woman traveler finally smiled. “I’m going home, after all this time.” She glanced back at him, “Thank you.” Then, straddling forward, she headed to repair everything she destroyed as if she bear the world on her shoulders. 

“Wait!” the immortal shouted and grabbed her arm. She turned around and the wind blew her long hair and her eyes sparkled like the rarest gems in the universe. With no understanding about her but feeling he had known her all her life, he questioned the most important one he would ever asked: “What’s your name?” 

The girl looked down at her shirt and locked her gaze at him, squeezing his hand back before she broke away from him and went to the portal. She said before disappearing back to her home: “Lucy.” 

And the God of the Universe knew, he would see her again, feeling like he had met her millions of times before.