The place was desolate and chaotic, yet with some hope. He didn't know where to begin searching, so he started in the usual places. But, almost as he had expected, it couldn't be found there.
He finally seemed to have found it in the place he least expected it to be. It was dusty and hadn't been used in some time and there was a big risk it might never work again, but he thought he would try anyways, because it is worth the risk.
And it seemed to work at first. But then it suddenly vanished unexpectedly. He didn't know what had caused it or why it had happened, but it shocked him. He managed to find it again, but his faith in it had already deminished. But because he still thought it was worth the risk and he knew it hadn't been used or worked in a long time, he decided trying to keep the faith.
And it seemed to improve and work better, as if it only had needed a good "talking to". But just as his faith had returned, it went out on him again.
He felt very disappointed. He had already sacrificed a lot for this, had burned bridges and cities to the ground, had made decisions that couldn't be undone. Was it all for nothing?
He gave it a last attempt, maybe because of all the effort it had taken him and knowing how hard it was to find it. Surely with time, he should finally be rewarded for his courage?
But after it had worked again for one evening, it went "out" again the very next day and this time for good.
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