Ruxomar was actually quiet large for a single dimension. The world they called Ruxomar only had one layer. No space or pitch blackness above the clouds. Only Hell, Heaven, and the mortal world, unlike Mianite which held space beyond the stars and planets alike it's own, and Mianite had a strange connection to a mortal world. Your mortal world is the biggest dimension after all.

It had a large mile radius, Ruxomar. It held a lot of land. It's mortal coil was bigger than Heaven and Hell combined, so when Mot - the boy wonder from this dimension alone - told me that Mianite managed to find enough quintessence to make a crypt of Earth, I wasn't surprised.

Quintessence is the material that fills the region of the universe. Now you know the terrestrial word for atoms. That is the pieces that this dimensions Mianite was able to grab and put into crypts. What worried me was how he was able to in the first place.

Gods' have a remarkable amount of quintessence, more than the average mortal. It's what makes them immortal. When you run out of quintessence you die - for a mortal and even an immortal.

You heard it right from me - an immortal can die. Of course only after the earth dies and all quintessence is taken except for the immortal - then the gapping black hole of darkness has no choice but to take the quintessence from the immortal.

But gods' - they're quintessence is reused and recycled. There the holding can of every living element and atoms. When a god creates its part - in a Big Bang - so to say they loose half of there quintessence and keep the other. Now a god has so much quintessence to begin with that it doesn't need the other half, not really, and that's why a god isn't able to get its quintessence back. It shouldn't even be allowed to manipulate it. The law was written by beings stronger than gods.

So if Mianite could take large amounts of a certain quintessence and store them, what would that mean for the world. I had a sinking suspicion that this poor dimension was rocking back and forth loosely on its axis.

"Here we are guys," Mot said. His black boots hitting the green grass of the swamp we were standing in. He glanced at Sonja who was taking in the homely scenery. "Sorry girl."

"It's fine," Sonja spread her hands out at her sides, like she was flying in the fresh air. She was to caught up in nature to even open her eyes. "I am aware that guy is used as an associate for humans at this point."

Mor looked happily surprised with the used verbs. "Alright then."

I could see why Sonja loved the swamp so much. It reminded the team of their old oasis of a jungle. Meanwhile I was stuck in the desert.

There must have been a tribe living here because old burned remnants of willow hut laid strewn in the water. Stone paths had also been built to walk around the muddy slopes of the hills, and to traverse around the once maintained farms and flower beds. Now the huts outside of water were overgrown with vines, and weeds nested with the bluebells in pots.

"She hid it in one of the chief huts," Mot said, squinting at the sun peaking out of the foliage of the willow trees. "They're the bigger ones. Don't even waste your time checking the ones that got drowned."

"You don't seem very nostalgic to just be getting back to your own dimension for the first time in ten years," Tucker assumed. Leave it to Tucker to find a way to make everyone sound like an enemy.

Instead of getting offended and staring a fight, which Mot probably felt like doing as his cheeks got red and his eyebrows arched, he said. "I don't have time to get wrapped up in shitty feelings. I need the crypt now before Mianite can get all four!"

Tucker started to advance. "But what would he even do with-"

"I don't know what the hell he would do with the crypts, but I know it's bad!" He yelled out. "I respected what went on in your dimension so respect mine!"

Tucker didn't say anything else. Not for the fact that he felt threatened. Tucker could have a bus driving at him at maximum speed and he'd still be a smartass. More for the fact that he didn't want to know what happened to our dear home of Mianite. Not yet.

"C'mon Sonja," Tucker huffed. "Where do you think we should go?"

Sonja shrugged. Her eyes sparkling at the pretty flowers all around. "I don't know." And even though she said 'I dunno' she led Tucker to a hut in the far distance by a pumpkin patch over taken by blackberry bushes.

Tom grabbed my arm quickly screaming. "YOU AND MOT ARE MY BUDDIES LETS GO!"

I was sure my ears were bleeding.

"Actually," Mot said, side eyeing some little hut in the distance. "I need to go check on something."

Tom looked absolutely heartbroken. "Oh," he let out.

"Yeah," Mot said, starting to shuffle backwards. "Sorry," and then guilt started to come to his face. "But I will tell you everything you want to know about your home after we get this crypt secured."

"-okay," Tom said, clutching his bag of daggers to his chest like a sad child who didn't get presents on Christmas morning.

I felt quite bad.

"We can go check out that place," I pointed to a hut close to Sonja and Tucker. My words came out soft. I wasn't used to the human function communication that's mortals seem to love so much.

Eventually dying before the earth dies was more difficult than I anticipated.

Love especially was a difficult subject. As if your supposed to know who or who isn't taken before you fall in love. It's like you need a book of cheat codes for life.

"Okay," Tom finally piped up. I was trying to stay on his good side.

We walked on one of the stone paths to the direction of Sonja and Tucker. The stone paths weren't as rickety as I expected. Even though they were laying precariously on top of mucky swamp water, I felt completely safe.

We got to the end of the rock road when Sonja motioned us over.

"Hey guys." She motioned for us, and then glanced back to Mot who was slinking away to find something.

As I tried my best not get my shoes stuck in the boggy earth, Tom ran over over to Sonja. He had mud on his pants now, and I would have sworn that he almost lost a boot, but the man found out Sonja's secret before me. That seemed to be enough for him.

By the time that I was able to get over, Sonja was already whispering to Tom.

Like a bunch of gossiping school girls, Sonja and Tom seemed genuinely shocked about whatever they had found.

They handed me a journal with a brown binding. It looked a bit like Jordan's, except this one was filled and filled with entries. It had been written in so much that the pages had become warn out.

The certain page that Tucker had handed me had a strange paragraph on it. My favorite phrases were "strong biceps" and "forbidden love". Let me put it lightly that the page sounded like soft gay porn.

Like I said - love is especially a difficult subject.

At the time I didn't understand. "What?-" I tried to find the words, but I was frozen by shock. "-what does this mean."

"Well," Sonja leant her head sideways. She put her voice in that soft monotone she does when she wants to sound extremely nurturing. "I think we saw some private information from a man that is still in the closet-"

"Mot is hella gay for Dianite," Tom spoke out. I was sure Mot had heard from wherever he was.

Tucker pointed to Tom, taking the journal from Tom. The bookmark that had been used for the journal was three pressed flowers, which had once been vibrant colors but were now lack luster from time. "We found Mot's diary."

"Hey what do you have there!" Mot yelled to us. He was in far enough proximity to not hear us, but enough that he could see us rifling through his secrets. "Be careful with that. I think the crypts in there!" I could tell he was desperately trying not to be upset.

Mod came over, scooping the journal out of Tucker's hand. Thankfully Tucker had moved the spot that the pressed flower bookmark had been, because that's exactly what Mot grabbed.

"Here it is," Mot said, holding the pressed flowers up at the sun so he could admire them perfectly. He was clutching onto his journal with his left hand. "The crypt of earth. My little girl hid it well."

Me and my team glanced at each other shyly.

"I'm glad your family is good at hiding," I blurted out.

No one said anything else on the way back home.

Jordan did this one thing that always pissed me off but simultaneously made me respect him more. He didn't start fights, ever. The little voice in the back of his head - the one that usually tells me to defy all rules and be a piece of shit - told him that fighting was stupid. This meant that he didn't start meaningless little fights, which is why we never argued and how I could deal with his bullshit. That also meant that he wouldn't fight on important things, so when I eventually did something that hurt him he wouldn't tell me what I did wrong.

And I don't understand how the modern human being works. I'm oblivious when something has to do with me. You have to hit me over the head multiple times before I'll even take a hint.

These were one of those moments when he didn't bring up important things.

Ianite was dead. This worlds Ianite was dead. Somehow in someway, a god died of old age. I only know a bit about the lifecycle of a god because I didn't let Dec teach me that much, but I did know that when a God dies they're quintessence gets recycled. So if the world didn't have to be rebuilt again, where would that quintessence go to.

Jordan still wouldn't talk to me. Even after he called Wag on his watch and got us teleported back to mainland. Even after the two miles I had to walk in dead silence. Nothing.

I started to wonder if I should have said something, and I decided to be more safe than sorry.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Jordan finally glanced at me instead of staring at the ground. That's the part where he would have usually said it's alright and we would make up, but this time he said. "God what's wrong with you."

I wasn't as taken back or surprised as I should have been. I saw it coming. I knew he knew there was something wrong with me. Unlike me, Jordan is surprisingly not that oblivious.

I didn't know how to answer, because I didn't know what was wrong with me either, so I didn't say anything.

"I mean," Jordan continued to speak anyway. "One second your all happy and excited and normal, and then the next your an emotionless human that doesn't want to impact anything!"

I tried to look scared hoping it would make him feel better.

"Should I take you to a therapist!" Jordan yelled. His face was getting very red, and his eyes were getting all droopy. "Would I even use a therapist for this! Should I get a priest instead because your acting possessed!"

I only shrugged.

Jordan glared back out to the landscape, and he opened his mouth to yell at me again, but something shut him up.

Fear formed in his eyes. Fear and shock. Petrified in its truest form. Not even a slight smile of curiosity could form on his face. The situation was to dire.

I looked onward to where he was facing, and I saw it. I saw a world with its scale tipped to far to be fixed. I saw a universe that had been engulfed in something unnatural. It wasn't right. It wasn't equal. It wasn't just.

The ocean had been stripped of all water. Fish laid dead on the dry ocean floor. Plants were wilted, and I could see the ruble from the kingdom now. The shores sand had become black, like dried oil had been sitting on it. The grass was yellow and dying. The once pretty hill full of flowers and green grass were gone.

A forest had turned into a desert in the span of only a few seconds.

I could feel fear creeping up around me, even as I felt emotionless. Something dark and empty has became stronger. Even I could tell as oblivious as I am.

"We need to get home." Jordan said. "Now."

I grabbed his hand, because it was more than my sanity that was decaying. It was the world and the dimension itself that was dying.