Afterworld

"I don't understand," Scarrborough said, staring around him in a mix of confusion and anger, "Why am I here?"
Just a few seconds ago, he'd been fighting for his life. No. He'd been fighting for their lives. Seeker, Arrow, Regalis, Silver... countless others. They would be lost without him. Scarrborough's anger turned to dismay when he realized he didn't even recognize this place he was in, much less glean how he got here. But wait... this place was a bit familiar. Wasn't it? Blades of grass white as snow, a sky cast in forever twilight. 
But it wasn't a place Scarrborough had ever been before.
Nor a place he had ever expected to go.
But he realized now he had glimpsed it, a soul passing though a world.
A soul clinging to the edge of life.

"Afterworld," Scarrborough breathed, his voice scarcely above a whisper.

"You're tired, spirit," a voice answered him, and Scarrborough spun to face it, light on his feet despite the shock in his heart. But what he saw made him nearly fall over in awe.
A red wolf, nearly the size of a dragon with eyes like flame stood before him. The creature was like a spirit itself, its form wavering like fire, but softer. In fact, as Scarrborough watched, he felt it was less like fire, and more like water constantly dripping away from its source. Pieces of the creature dripped off it's body, but the droplets of light didn't fall. Instead they flew upwards, lighter than the air itself, to dissipate later in some breeze above their heads. The creature was fearsome, and beautiful. 

"Do you seek rest in the Afterworld, spirit?" the creature asked, it's fire-like eyes transfixed on Scarrborough.

Scarr shook his head at the creature, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

"You've lived well," the creature continued, "You've left battles behind you, hardships, spirit. You're free now."

It's wise eyes blinked at him, and it asked, "Why do you fear the Afterworld?"

Scarr took a deep breath, and hurriedly tried to find the right words, "Battles I've left behind me yes, but there's still one more I need to face."

"Why?"

"Because I've work left to do."

"Wouldn't you rather rest, spirit? Let your soul wander here? What work is so important it would draw you back to the plane below?

"I have to stop a war."

"By returning to it?"

"I'm the only one who can stop it."

"There are thousands of Ancients in the world, spirit. Are you so conceited to say you're the most important one? Can no others fulfill your task?

"I'm not conceited," Scarrborough said defensively, slowly rising to his feet, "I'm telling the truth. One of your kind told me so."
The creature tilted its head at this.

"You've met one of my kind?"

"All of the ones in my world," Scarrborough said quickly, "Shaniniaue, the Whispering One of Prophesy."

"All your kind have met him."

"And I've met Feith, the Whispering One of Cunning!" Scarrborough continued, "And her brother, Epolak, the Whispering One of the Dawn! He was imprisoned in ice, one of the Fallen put him there. And I set him free. And I met with the Desert Rose, the Whispering One of the Desert. She let me to an oasis, and told me about her brother to the north, Isanberkik, and I met him too while defending my friends."
Scarrborough looked up at the Whispering One before him beseechingly, "Shaniniaue sent me to find them all. Because of the battle that's going on right now. Without their help, we'll never win! And I'm the only one that can summon them to the field. Please, you have to send me back!"
The creature shook its head, a rumbling sound like a laugh making it's way through the air. As it laughed, it's body wavered, more droplets of light scattering in every direction.

"You've lied to me, spirit," it said, "You said you'd found them all. But you're missing one."

Scarrborough's ears went down and he gave a sigh, "The last one isn't in my world... not anymore at least."
He tilted his head at the Whispering One, "He's the Whispering One of my people."
Scarrborough perked his ears up a bit and said cautiously, "Unless... you're him...? The Whispering One of Life and Death. Heteyades?"

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Yeahhhhhhhhh not one of my greatest text walls. But it's 3am over here so I hope you can forgive me haha