#valkyriegoddess

The same... but not quite right. That's all this place was, wasn't it? Vanille blinked several times, half convinced that she had fallen asleep before completing her walk around New Bodhum. She'd been hoping to stumble across Serah, whom she hadn't seen for such a long time. But now she was here? Though where exactly was here?

It looked nothing like she had ever seen before, that was for sure. It was completely devoid of colour, as if someone had come along and sucked all the light from the sky. And where buildings once stood, ruins now held their place. The red headed Oerbian was completely baffled. This was New Bodhum, no doubt about it. But something was wrong. Very, very wrong. She crouched down on her heels, hopelessly searching for some kind of life in the shape of a flower, yet knowing that she was not going to find it. She sighed, returning to her upright position and deciding, with a long exhale of breath, to at least search around a little.

Her footsteps echoed around her, creating a kind of dissonance that set the usually cheerful girls teeth on edge. There was simply nothing here. Nothing... But no. She had to find something. Or else, how on earth would she even know where to start with returning things to how they were. Because that was what she had to do it seemed. Biting her lip, she continued onward - it was all she could do, except from retrieving her binding rod from her back pocket as she walked. Just in case the shadows surrounding her decided to become more than just shadows

Vanille. We need to start our thread.

     It seems that we miss each other every time we log on and I don't get a chance to tell you what I've been wanting to tell you. And well that's—I'm sorry. I left without notice. I left without saying anything. I left believing that I had no one. You see, I stumbled upon troubles and so, I sunk into chaos. It was like Serah having the choice to live in a dream or having the choice to break into reality and well, I chose to live in a dream; a dark dream. Everything came crashing down, there was no one by my side or rather, I decided to believe that. This is a poor excuse because even though my vision sunk into grays and blacks, I still should of messaged you about it. After all thats happened, I came back and thought well shit—I had Lightning all along. I had the choice to come to you but I didn't because cruel fate blinded me. But even after all this time I still love and care about you. You truly are like a sister to me and I don't want to lose you. I've learned my lesson, I shouldn't just leave. I need to count on the people I have so I won't ever lose them. And so, I do hope you're not mad at me. And I do hope we can be as we once were. I hope to speak with you soon.

     The spells of the goddess vomited separation between the two Farron sisters but now—here they were laced in white ribbons never to part again. Serah had crossed paths with the acts of anomalies but still—that didn't stop her from running to her dear sister. It didn't matter; this could be a mistake, this could be a dream but it would never stop Serah from reaching her sister. As she collided with Lightning's portrait, ambivalence began to poison her veins. She grasped for tears, smiles and laughter. It was too much to take after all this time. 

Y o u 

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n e v e r 

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m y 

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b u t 

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     Time waits for no one. When the bells of Valhalla vibrate through the winds of Gran Pulse, it could only mean one thing—it's mouth is salivating for the innocence. But what could the breath of death want with such a heart of pure intentions? What could death want with a former servant of the goddess? She had finished the world's requests, her life in exchange for Cocoon's strong will. What was there to do now?

     From it's silhouette grasp, arms of the unknown invaded the air. It's slithering threads began to warp and skew the atmosphere of peace. Serah grew frightened, her world turning upside down. Everything became a vomit of the timeline. Every shade of life withered in monochrome diseases. Serah stood still, her vessel in shaken cries. "Stop. This isn't suppose to happen!" Pleas escaped her throat, she didn't want to leave. She couldn't. She was here with Lightning. She couldn't be taken away from such paradise. Fate was indeed cruel, there was no such thing as hope from the gifts of Etro. 

     With her lips splitting in disaster, Serah reached her arm forward. With an inch apart, her fingers were not able to grasp a touch of her sister Lightning. The threads of cruel fate tangled around her body, it's embrace were like of a snake; it's veins pulsing in venomous desires. The bells became louder. It was time to go, it was time to dig her grave in Novus Partus.