The Arakhenen Stone

"Is it righteous, friend, to stand upon the brink of oblivion and turn it down?" He asked, holding the stone above his head.  It glowed an eerie yellow, one that hurt not the eyes but the mind when gazed upon. "Is it wrong to deny the future its due?"

"Yes! Yes it is, you damned fool!" I replied, holding my shattered arm.  "You can't do this!  All of the people.. all of our friends!  Think, for one second!"

But I could see in his eyes that he would not.

"I have thought, Elegar.  I have thought too long and too deeply.  Mankind is a stitch in the weave of this world, and a crucial one.  But a stitch is not the cloth, and our time is come to an end.  We must step aside, for the world that is to come. We cannot stand in the way of the Weave, friend mine.  To do so would be arrogance."

And so he crushed the stone, and ended the world in the hope that what took its place would be better. In the instant before I was obliterated, I could do nothing but hope he wasn't entirely wrong.