Everything had changed, everything had been destroyed, everything was different. What he had once known as normal was now foreign making this place seem like it was a lifetime that had passed since that portal had brought them all here. Would they ever be able to go home? Was there even a home to go back to? What happened to the others when that portal was closed? It was too hard to imagine considering only a couple days ago there had been only one world and now there was two. Would they ever get an explanation to what the hell had happened to change everyone's lives forever? 

Closing his eyes to the fading light he tried to piece things together so that something could be understood but soon gave up with a sigh. Its not as if there was much to go back to anyway, maybe this was all for the best. Before he had gotten sucked into the vortex life hadn't exactly been great but better than some had it. He was not the kind of soul to despair about things that could not be changed, it was just easier this way. If you believed that things were all doom and gloom chances were you were going to run into many misfortunes along the way. Life was exactly the way you made it either you fit in, or you didn't there was no middle ground where he had come from. Sacrifices were a way of life and it was better to get used to it before it had a chance to bother you. When you had nothing to lose but your life your choices got much easier without having to worry about consequences. 

Slipping into the salty tide a soft groan left his throat as every last wound on his battered body began to throb painfully. "Damn fucking bear" he muttered to himself as he gritted his teeth to get through the agony. This had become his nightly ritual ever since that first battle between what seemed to be the whole damn land and their not so godly winter bear god. It was the best solution he could come up with given what he had to work with here in the middle of nowhere. Normally wounds would just be left to heal on their own but the extent of the acid burns to his neck and body had been quite severe making him think better of leaving them to heal as they pleased. It took quite a number of minutes before the cold water managed to numb most of the pain but he was thankful when it did. Relaxing to some degree he let his mind slowly slip away until the sparking of nerves in his feet told him it was time to get out of the cold water before he lost all feeling in his feet. Heaving his half frozen carcass out of the ocean he shook himself off before proceeding to walk the length of the beach to regain some feeling in his muscles. 

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