His Request

[Fallon’s POV]

"You had something you needed to speak with me about?" I ask hesitantly as Titiana examines me.

After all the bombs that had been dropped on me earlier on, I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for another, but since this was the goddess’ request, there was no way that I could deny her.

"Not so much me," she responds, giving me a sad look.

My stomach starts to roll as a bad feeling begins to creep up in me. Why was she looking at me like that, and why did it make my heart hurt?

"Who is it?" I ask quietly, realizing that whoever it was must be someone close to me, and if they were here instead of on earth, then that meant that they were dead.

"It’s me."

The world comes crashing down around me as I turn and find Cyrus making his way toward me.

No, this couldn’t be real; there was no way it could. Was he like me, on the edge of life and death? If so, that meant he could be saved. Why was he here, and why did it feel like whatever was going to be said was goodbye?

"Cy-cyrus," I w