so it goes

     Serah shook her a head a bit, her eyes of periwinkle gazing to the desolate ruins of the unseen realm. She pondered and grasped a hold of Mog’s cutesy mitt. The edge of her pink salmon lips curved into a gentle smile. She had to reassure her cutesy companion, Mog. Everything was going to be okay, right? Yes? No. Everything was going straight to hell. She lost her sister again, their physical form detached from one another. What was even worse–Etro was no where in sight. Her crystal cage melted, it’s sphere g o n e. Etro’s stage was completely bleak of existence. Serah began to project the appellation of her sister. “Lightning,” she called out. Was Lightning even listening? As Serah questioned her sister, her body jerked. Her petite, pinkette frame jolted a bit forward. Her slim digits released Mog’s grasp; she stood frozen, her emotions in a turbulence of smeared up recollection. The seal of Etro painted itself within her eyes of periwinkle. Serah began to witness nebulous images of the past; her vision from the Goddess. It was like a film; she saw herself turn to crystal and Snow and Lightning fighting against their fate. With her crystal tear cradled within Snow’s palm, she witnessed the final battle against Orphan and Barthandelus. Her visions didn’t stop there–it displayed the fall of Cocoon and the release of their crystal prison.

     A translucent tear began to trace a river against Serah’s visage. She wasn’t ready for the last vision but it delivered itself anyways. The behemoth of light, God; she saw him. He was gruesome, yet inviting with his eyes of chartreuse. Beneath those vibrant eyes, black razor blades were printed against his flesh of white. Did the behemoth of light hold attributes of an ally? No, but he gave Serah a precious gift; her reward of saving the future. Her uncoiled his palm, revealing his putrid claws. The surface of his blest palm held her dear friends; Lightning And Snow; her sister and fiancée. 

     The dream ended with the image of a black sphere, it’s outline in the hue of paris green. The seal of Etro thus faded from her periwinkle sight. Serah gazed towards the throne of Etro. She had witnessed the past, present and what was to come. Could it possibly be reality or a child’s dream to absorb a fabricated world? They fought to be together and to live in a new world. Serah coiled her phalanges into a fist. She gave a small smile and then hurdled forward; to the throne of Etro. She began to call her sister. 

     ”Lightning–” 

Their time was yet again, cut short. Lightning held back the urge to click her tongue before she gazed around Valhalla solemnly, thoughts going back to where Serah's location could be. It wasn't like the guardian wasn't used to being alone, though -- even when she was assisted by Hope via the intercom, she still fought loneliness. Perhaps it was because he was unable to leave the ark, but she saved the world practically alone -- just like her time served in Valhalla. However, she currently walked alone, without Serah or Mog; she moved to find them. The guardian wasnt going to let her moment be cut ridiculously short.

She pondered over where the younger Farron could be --- or more importantly, if Serah was safe. Lightning was more than aware that the young woman was able to stand her own ground, but she couldn't help but worry. The Farron had already became a l'cie and traversed through time to fix it until the true timeline came about, but would she ever be emotionally strong? A part of her told not to worry, to keep moving and find her, but something always -- deep inside -- caused that feeling.

Digits found themselves near the handle of her gunblade, the tips grazing the rough edges. A new sensation came, and for what she could tell, Serah's presence was within the same area as her own. The feeling was feint, but... it was something she could use. And so, Lightning began to move swiftly. 

Her movements were nimble, light on her feet and faster than normal. The shorter of time they were away, the better. Leaping over a rather large gap, she perched herself upon an edge and gazed down at the scenery, blue orbs scanning for any hues of pink. Upon seeing nothing, she began to move again, not looking back once.

Doubt was beginning to rise in the elder Farron. Perhaps they truly were separated into different places yet again-- 'destiny' playing with them yet again. However, once her blue eyes caught onto a head of pink, a relieved smile grew on her lips. "Serah!" Her voice called out before she stopped in her tracks, looking down.