Hello guys, and welcome to the third and Final part of this trilogy. I`m sure all of you had been waiting for me to post it online and i`m glad to have it brought you you. Read Farron Sisters and Final Fantasy Reverse XIII to have an idea of how the story is going, both of those story can be found in my page.

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Final Fantasy Reverse XIII-2

Chapter One

Born Anew

An endless void will be much better to explain the stretching lands of crystal that seemingly reaches the horizon. They were no wind, no sign of life, no sign that anything had ever lived there.

There standing out from the crystallized land, was a building. It was very old and but still held it`s form, the illusion of grandeur. From its brown walls and the dark atmosphere it held upon itself, looking oddly out of place from the desolate crystal world that stretched from its sides.

Then from within the building, a lone figure stepped out, a woman`s figure. Her body was clothed in white robes, with long silvery hair as her blue eyes watched the lands in front of her. She put her hands upon the stone railing in front of her, a frown marring her features.

This seemingly normal woman was a Fal`Cie, a being that once ruled over the world of Gaia for many millennia. This woman`s name was Seraphelim, the Fal`Cie of Dreams.

Seraphelim had been having a strange feeling for quite some time now. She is far older than her appearance might suggest and even a most brilliant mind, far more intelligent than any Human being. Even with her godly gifts, Seraphelim couldn`t understand what this heavy feeling was in her heart.

Letting out a sigh, the Fal`Cie glanced up toward the dark sky above them. She now once again was thinking about what Ragnarok had told her. Ragnarok was another Fal`Cie that reside in this world with her. The other Fal`Cie had briefly disappeared causing some worries to her but Ragnarok had returned after and telling her the story of what happened to Cocoon.

The floating world that her Father had created to save Humanity.

Éclair had sacrificed herself to save it from oblivion, and the woman was probably dead by now. It had caused Seraphelim some sadness after all; Éclair had been once a companion to her, a close kin even.

Now she is gone, she thought.

Then a grumbling noise caused the Fal`Cie to look up toward the sky, confusion showing upon her face. She knew this place couldn`t be having neither any thunder nor any weather of any sort after all, this world existed in a place without any nature of any sort.

So what could that noise be?

Then the sky above, for no other word, ripped open letting in a stream of black smokes, which were twisting and sneaking around like they have a mind of their own. Seraphelim frowned to herself not understanding what kind of event that could be taking place.

Then she blinked.

W…What is that? She thought.

There falling from the dark smokes was a figure, too far away to make who it was but Seraphelim couldn`t understand how someone could be falling here in this place. But she didn`t have time to ponder upon that as she jumped over the railing, a light encircling her form before large wings of light grew from her body and then she aimed straight for the falling figure.

As she grew closer, Seraphelim realized that it was a womanly figure, causing her to speed up and catching the figure in her arms. But then, the smokes like shadows aimed straight for the both of them, ensnaring around Seraphelim`s body.

W…What is this? She thought.

The Fal`Cie gathered her magic in her body, and then threw them out from her form forcing the shadows to let go of her body and then she flew backward looking toward it. The shadows started to spin upon themselves and a disembodied voice echoed through them.

Chaos is unleashed…the mirror world will crumble into despair and death…the Goddess of Time…

Seraphelim didn`t catch any more of what it was saying for the shadows retreated once more toward the opening in the sky before simply disappearing like it was never there. The Fal`Cie hovered there, looking toward the sky not understanding what had just happened.

W…What was that? She thought.

She then glanced toward the figure she was now holding and almost dropped the unconscious form in shock.

N…No way, she thought, This…can`t be…

This isn`t possible, there is no way that this was real, and yet, the Fal`Cie knew this couldn`t be a dream. The person she was seeing in her arms was very real and not a trick of light. But how could this be?

But she didn`t have more time to uphold upon the matter for the sky started to bleed out the dark shadows that had come through before. These were larger and more massive than anything Seraphelim had ever seeing before.

Then the shadows started to blind together forming a large creature, massive enough to tower above her. Then the creature landed upon the ground, causing the crystal ground to crack. Its head turned toward where Seraphelim was floating, its glowing eyes taking her in.

CHAOS, it rumbled, causing the world to shake around its form.

It raised one of his hand and aimed it straight toward Seraphelim who had raised a shield just in time to block the attack, but the force behind it send her flying backward through the air and she even crashed through the building behind her.

W…What monstrous strength, she thought.

She glanced toward the unconscious figure she was carrying which was lying a few feet away. She stood back up and walked toward it, and casting a healing spells upon the girl. The wounds healed quickly before the girl started to stir.

"Seraphelim," a familiar voice yelled, "What is going on…?"

But she stopped short, taking notice of the figure that was coming out of consciousness.

"In Maker`s name…?" she whispered.

"That was my reaction also Ragnarok," Seraphelim told her.

"But how could she be here?" Ragnarok asked, her golden eyes filled with shock, "How could she be alive?"

"I do not know," Seraphelim told her, "But we have more pressing problems upon our hands."

At that, the world around them shook violently.

"What is that?" Ragnarok asked, looking out toward the enormous creature that was walking toward their home.

"It just appeared out of nowhere," Seraphelim said, "It`s more powerful than anything I`ve felt so far…"

Ragnarok let out a growl.

"This shouldn`t be happening," she said, tightening her fists, "Etro`s power protect this place. What can be more powerful than a Goddess?"

Seraphelim shook her head.

"I don`t know," she said, "But…"

Ragnarok holds up a hand.

"Save your theories for another time," she said, her form starting to transform, "We have an uninvited guest to take care of."

With that the Fal`Cie Ragnarok launched herself outward toward the creature, her form bathing in bright gold light.

"Ragnarok," Seraphelim yelled.

An echoing boom echoed across them as Ragnarok pushed the large being back, the dark shadows starting to envelope them both. Seraphelim`s attention was drawn toward another sound as their strange guest was starting to wake up.

"W…What the…?"

Seraphelim glanced toward her.

"Are you okay?" she asked her.

The woman stared at her, mesmerized by the glow around Seraphelim`s body but she shook her head before giving a nod.

"Yeah, I…I`m fine," she said.

The earth shook around them once more, drawing their attention outside toward the battle that was taking place outside.

"What the hell?" she yelled, "What is that?"

Seraphelim took hold of her hand.

"Come on," she said, "I have to get you out of here."

She started to pull her to follow, hearing the woman said.

"And where exactly here is?"

"A place beyond Humanity, a place beyond time and a place beyond death," Seraphelim told her.

"That doesn't exactly tell me anything,"

The two arrived at a large courtyard, which was filled with broken rocks and the ground underneath their feet was also crystal. In the middle of the place, was a large metal shape with a strange ball in the middle of its shape. Seraphelim touched it and it sprung to live, light appearing upon it.

"What is that?"

"It`s a Gate," Seraphelim told her, "It will take you back to Gaia."

The woman sighed.

"Look, I don`t even know what`s going on?" she said.

Seraphelim gave her a curious glance.

"What do you remember?"

The woman frowned to herself.

"I…my Village was attacked," she said, "A war was taking place and we got dragged into it. Then that thing…all shadowy started to devour everything in its path. I…for a second, thought I was dead, but then, I woke up here, and even lost my weapon in the process. I feel naked without it."

Seraphelim frowned at that. She doesn`t remember anything like this happening in all of her time in Gaia. But, she didn't have time to ponder upon it. She used her magic and summoned a weapon, a red Lance causing the woman to step back a little at the display. Seraphelim hold it out to her.

"Here," she said.

The woman took the Lance, her eyes showing astonishment.

"It looks just like my old one," she said, "How did you know?"

"It used to belong to someone dear to me," Seraphelim told her, "Because of her feelings, we were able to survive. Use it well,"

The woman glanced at her.

"Thank you,"

Then, a dark shadow appeared above them, forcing them to look up and Seraphelim noticed that the entire sky was filled with the dark shadows, and even the overly massive figure had become even more massive than before.

Impossible, was Ragnarok defeated? She thought.

"Get to the Gate," Seraphelim told her.

"I can help," the woman told her, "I can use magic also."

That caused a smile to come to Seraphelim`s lips.

"You`ve helped me once before," she said, "but even so, this is beyond you, now go."

Seraphelim then summoned her magic before flying straight toward the large mass of darkness. The woman put the Lance on her back before starting to run toward the Gate and feel her body being swallowed by it as the world was overcome with light.

Valhalla

The Messenger stood alone, looking over the world of Valhalla. He was the Goddess Etro willful servant. Long ago, the Goddess had chosen him and blessed him with power and in return he gave her his loyalty. The Messenger, who was dressed in a long cloak which hood shadowed his face, glanced behind him toward the Goddess`s Throne room.

It had been quite a long time since Éclair had stepped through those doors. He wondered if everything was alright. He had done his task into bringing the woman to the Goddess, but he wondered why she had been so important in the first place.

He didn`t have time to wonder much for a new presence is felt within the shore of Valhalla. He frowned, wondering who it could be before he teleported there. He appeared in front of the bluish water of the ocean, his eyes instantly drawn toward the figure that was now walking on the sandy beach.

His eyes widened.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

The stranger let out a small humph, his eyes showing his mirth.

"It begins servant of Etro," he said, "The Goddess of Time had been born anew. I had once failed to kill her in the past. I will not let that chance past me by."

The Messenger holds up his staff which was glowing with power.

"I will not let you," he said.

The man looked at him, his eyes taking a red hue.

"You carry within you the Heart of Chaos," he said, "Etro hasn`t changed much. She chooses to pity the humans and her actions causes change in the future. Her meddling methods had changed the course of history. I know the truth future of the world and nothing will change it."

Around his form, dark shadow started to appear enveloping him, the man smirk seemingly widening.

"Is that how Etro welcome a kin?" he said.

"You are not welcome here," The Messenger said.

The man smiled.

"You wish to fight me?" he asked, "But you should know, the Chaos of Valhalla does not harm me. They welcome me with open arms, unlike you."

The Chaos spun around him, forcing the Messenger to step back.

He…he is right, he thought, The Chaos is on his side. But I thought only Etro could control the Chaos of Valhalla. Just who is this guy?

Then the stranger charged forward, pulling out a gigantic sword from his back. He moved faster than the Messenger had expected him to but he was able to block it in time. Then the man moved the weapon sideway and then the two started to fight, sword and staff clashing against each other with speed and precision.

"You are well trained," the man said, smirking, "The Goddess had made a wise choice in choosing you."

Then with a blast of magic, the Messenger was thrown backward, his staff flying out of his hand.

"But you are no match for me," he said.

He then slammed his sword on the ground, causing a blast of magic to fly toward the Messenger throwing him even farther back. His heart glowed bright red as he put his hand upon his chest.

"You carry a heavy burden," the man said, "If your heart stop beating, the Goddess will die once again and the Chaos of Valhalla will be under my control."

He raised his sword to stab him into the Messenger`s chest but then the man suddenly disappeared. The Messenger blinked in surprise wondering what just happen.

Just what is going on?

The sword man who had attacked the Messenger glanced around him. He recognized this location and it had been a long time since he was here.

"The plane between Time and Space," he said, "Only you can control this power, isn`t it Goddess of Time."

Standing back to back with him, was another person, a woman with silvery pink hair and bright blue eyes. She was dressed in armor holding her sword in her hand.

"You`re the one Etro told me about," the woman said, "The one that is one with Chaos, Caius Ballad."

The sword man, Caius, let a smirk crossed his lips.

"Goddess of Time," he said, "After so long, we cross swords once more."

The two spun around at the same time and then their sword clashed against each others.

The War had officially begun.

An explosive start to this story. Hope you have enjoyed it so far. Let me hear what you think in your reviews.

Jacques0 out.

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