A/N:

Alright listen up fellas'! I'm sorry if my story was so boring that imaginary grammar mistakes decided to steal the spotlight! I'm tired of listenin' to your complaints (beautiful reviews), so I've decided to punish (reward?) you! With this chapter!

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Chapter Seven : ?

A presence blazed in to existence at the edge of its consciousness. It flickered vividly, drawing the fal'Cie's attention to it.

Ah, yet another hero comes to claim his prize.

The fal'Cie reached out and grasped the foreign soul, drawing it closer to His core. Once He got a closer look at the presence, its interest was piqued. It was not presence, but presences. Two blazing fires. So closely linked together that it seeemed to be only one. Interesting... But blazing or no, compared to the mighty incandescence emanating from the powerful fal'Cie, encompassing all.

He searched them, and found Etro's mark on the two souls.

Oh? Had the goddess finally decided to employ a more active role in the proceedings of the fal'Cie?

He was amused. Greatly so. Etro's champions... Somehow the title was immensely fitting for both beings. Perhaps they would prove to be more entertaining than the rest.

However, there was something strange about them. Both presences carried the brand of Anima.

Most curious.. It was Anima who gave them their Focus, yet Etro who sent them to this eternity? He was confident now He would enjoy playing with them.

First he sang a song of Binding, confining them to this eternity. It would not do for them to wander to the Outside by accident. The song served another purpose – to restrain any stray memories. The song would make sure their minds did not linger long on memories that would compel them to return to the Outside.

Hmm.. but these two were strong, they resisted, however feebly. They might shrug off the song completely one day, but until that time arrived they were His burden to carry.

It was time to perform what He was created to do. For that was what it was. A dazzling performance, sang by none other than the glorious fal'Cie.

He sang a song of Weaving, notes flowing high and low, forming melodies that were impossible yet achieved by the fal'Cie. The song weaved in and out from the Eternity, gleaning energy from the Outside. It grew denser, finally solidifying and achieving a pleasing shape.

Another Beginning is formed...

The fal'Cie nudged one of the two radiant presences toward the newly weaved Beginning. The other soul followed, like two magnets that were created just for attracting each other.

Curious. Using a tendril of His awareness, he tried to separate the two. It proved to be hard. They were too closely intertwined, too intimately connected to be broken apart. Seeing the strength of their bond, the fal'Cie decided to let them be, lest permanent damage was done to their mind. For this once, never mind tradition then.

Nudging them in the right direction, He herded them and let them float away from His Eternity to their own Beginning.

The Beginning had nothing. So the fal'Cie created land. It had no life, so the fal'Cie sprinkled seeds of trees. He did not spend much time on perfecting the Beginning. It would End soon enough. He would gather information first, then decide how best to proceed next.

The majestic being watched with disinterest as the two bright souls awakened, casting a far greater illumination than the fal'Cie would have expected. He followed them, constructing a database as he went along.

It seemed that one of them could sense his presence. Strange, but nonetheless impressive. He receeded to his own Eternity until only a few strands of his awareness remained in their Beginning.

When one of the souls indicated that the trees looked artificial, the fal'Cie would have blushed, if it could. It seems that He had underestimated the two. The illusion had not settled well with them.

"...I wish it would look like Gran Pulse, and have all the beasties like in Gran Pulse, then I could show you how amazing my home is..."

Those words gained the fal'Cie's full attention. He had his answer now. Their world would be of Gran Pulse. It seemed fitting, and the fal'Cie was confident that the illusion of Gran Pulse would succeed to ensnare them in their own mind.

The fal'Cie sang a song of Sleep. The melody gently running through their Beginning, spreading the effects throughout their world. They resisted, but it proved to be futile as they succumbed to His beautiful performance. The two flickering lights dimmed in to a gentle glow.

He began His work, singing the song that had existed since the dawn of Time, the hymn of Creation. He breathed life to the phantoms in His mind, excepting none, down to each blade of grass. The omnipotent fal'Cie, like a god He was, took special care in completing His work, lest the two unique souls tried to resist His charm.

He slipped Himself to each drizzle of the rain, each gust of the wandering wind, each exhalation of every beast, everything. He was so intrinsically connected to their world that it could be His world too. Nevertheless, it was a precious gift to the two consciousness, whether they realised it or no.

Thus, a new Eternity is born.