Drawing from Memory [Serah/Invite] Jan 17, 2015 7:27:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 7:27:37 GMT -5
A tentative date.
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
There were still many pieces of this new world that Lightning couldn't understand. She knew the change of humans living on their own, free from the grasp of the gods, left them to fight among themselves. Lightning had since arrived at a peaceful state. She no longer had to fight to live, though she still kept her body and mind strong through training. Humans were at war, fighting among each other. It seems they had lost the memories of the past and had to start over under their own power. She understood that they had learn to survive and make their own choices without the fal'Cie hanging over their lives or God ruling their freedom.
Lightning never stayed in one place. She roamed across the newly born Nova, acting as its link between the past and present. Fields of green, like Pulse, stretched out beyond the reach of the naked eye while the grand capitals that defined Cocoon reached into the skies Phoenix once commanded. It was a strange new world, but it was full of life, as well as despair. Even still the former soldier, the last Valkyrie, the invisible Reaper; she had faith in the good humanity was capable of. They did not come this far to annihilate one another.
Those that were close to the roaming warrior knew not what had become of her. Light walked among humanity a ghost to their former lives. Their past was a blur to their own device of survival. Perhaps it had been Yuel and Caius... no, rather: it had been Etro that gave humans reason to live and not despair over that which they had lost in the past. Those flowing memories were stopped and rebuilt by the Crux. It was a kinder touch than the rash belief Bhunivelze held that humanity was better off severed from the ties to past and mindless puppies to his narcissistic ego.
Fragments remained. These fragments of memories, if humans really wanted them, their hearts would know. If only they listened. Light tasked herself with traveling to help those in need. Even in times of peace the former fighter could not simply sit around. She planted ideas here. And offered whispers of encouragement there.
But even in all her travels she kept a lingering eye on her baby sister. Even with her blessing between Serah and Snow, she would always cling to the younger girl: her only remaining flesh and blood. But, far be it for Light to spoil the girl any further. Just to watch from the distance was sometimes just enough to calm her worries. Light was not the best when it came to subterfuge. She was always a direct and honest individuals when it came to the fact of the matter.
She had disembarked from the train. It was a common means of travel for her on the reborn Nova. She watched as people went about their lives. The former warrior herself seemed quite average among the citizens. She wore a pink, long sleeved sweater. The shoulders hung loosely enough to clearly display the black, fitting shirt she wore beneath. Black tights kept her legs warm in the transitioning season of winter to spring. Her pink boots were shin-high and tied up with white laces ending in a pair of pink, Moogle-like pom-poms.
She had been waiting. She had sent word of her arrival, but she was two days late. She felt guilty, but at the same time thankful for the time. Maybe it was best she remained a ghost? But after Aoede dug around it made the woman think back. How was everyone doing? They live so far apart, but they were living, right? Light had not noticed she begun walking, but when she came to a stop she found herself in front of a small café.