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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My eyes fluttered as the beeping seemed to get closer and louder. The hazy dream's colors began to fade to black and then to the gray shades of my pillow. I lazily swung my arm out from under the covers and to the top of my bed side table. I felt around and when I finally located the surface of my alarm clock, I slammed my hand down over it to shut the beeping up. But it unfortunately still succeeded in its job. I let my arm fall limply down off the table and hung it over the floor. I groaned and pressed my face deeper into the pillow. I heaved my arms up from their rest and put force onto the bed, tensing my muscles to lif

It couldn't be happening. It couldn't be! "Light! Please, Light, wake up!" But, unfortunately for me, this nightmare was horribly real. I didn't know what had happened yet, nor exactly where we were, or why I had lost consciousness. My last memory was the eyes of no less than five brutal monsters pouncing on me without warning… … And in that moment, who knows how long after that, the first thing I saw upon waking up was Lightning collapsing on the ground covered by crystal dust, still clutching that divine gunblade, as beautiful and deadly… as its wielder. I didn't care about being still dazed. Nor that at first my l

Before waking up from her long, long crystal slumber in the shrine of the deceased goddess Etro, Lightning Farron believed the world waiting her when her crystal stasis end would be a dying world, with no one who could relieve the painful loneliness she was going to feel. Although she'd have preferred her tongue being cut rather than admit it, Lightning feared loneliness. Her harshness towards the others was merely a way of trying to reach out to them. But at the same time, she also feared to be hurt by them, so she ended staying alone. However, the young warrior felt she'd rather have chosen the solitude of a devastated world when she step

Although every day, at the same hour, he made the same route to the same end, the young Hope Estheim never imagined that his prayers would've been heard after all those years of absolute silence. Every time dusk arrived and the citizens went back to their homes, safe from the vicious monsters that appeared when night fell over the world, Hope was the only one who dared to leave his home and walk the dark streets towards Etro's shrine's square holding a beautiful rose in his hands. In his opinion, no monster would prevent him from going up the staircase to watch that beautiful though sad image he longed so much. I won't let anyone to seize

Having arrived in Palumpolum earlier that day, Hope Estheim had been on the run from PSICOM, evading the paranoid fear of the locals coming into contact with the Pulse L'cie, the young teenager had to break the news of his mother's fate to his father. It was a conversation Hope had been worried about, not least because of the change in him since being 'branded', but the painful memories that still haunted him seeing his own mother die in front of his own eyes as he watched on, totally helpless. But the two talked. Father and son. In the space of half-an-hour Hope began to feel slightly better, having his father's forgiveness, understanding a

Everyone needs someone they can depend on, yeah? ---------------------   "We need to keep moving."   "It won't do us any good, Light. We need to get our rest and look for them later."   "It won't do us any good sitting around, either."   "Sunshine, we both know that you and I are tired as hell. Now stop being stubborn."   Lightning frowned, loathing to admit that the Pulsian was right. The fight with the stray juggernaut had worn them out, and her muscles were begging for mercy. Any leader would have agreed with the Pulsian's more rational plan. A good leader would have.   But