![]() Author has written 7 stories for No. 6, Dead or Alive, DRAMAtical Murder/ドラマティカル マーダー, Future Diary/未来日記, Mortal Kombat, and Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII. Ragnarok. Come Day of Wrath, O Pulse l'Cie. Embrace thy fate, thine home to burn. That fallen souls might bare our plea..To hasten the Divine's return. O piteous Wanderer, Ragnarok Make of this day a brave epoch. Deliver the Divine, Ragnarok. Hope: You're telling me that you got on that train so you can save your sister? That's crazy. I could never do something like that. Lightning: It's not a question of can or can't. There are some things in life you just do. Lightning: I was just like you. My parents died. I have to be strong for Serah, so I thought I needed to forget my past. And I became Lightning. I thought by changing my name, I could change who I was. I was just a kid. Lightning. It flashes bright, then fades can't protect. It only destroys. Serah tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. I threatened her. The only one who believed her was Snow. Hope: Don't say it! Don't say his name. It bring everything back. I keep playing it in my head, what happened to her. And then I see his stupid face and--and he's smiling. How can he smile when she's dead? I know! There nothing I can't do. I hate knowing that. No matter what happens, she's not coming back! When I was fighting, there was no time to think about it. It felt good just to give in. But now you start talking about hope... Hope: I'm sorry. I'm messed up. Lightning: No...It's my fault. Vanille: (narrating) You said it made you happy when I smiled, didn't you? But really...I was afraid. I was always afraid. Vanille: (narrating) The Pulse fal'Cie. It held our future...and our fate. Vanille: (narrating) Knowing you'll always be welcomed, no matter how much has changed...That's what having a home is all about. Vanille: (narrating) When it comes to family or home, we never keep either as close as we should. Who ever stops to think that this time could be their last? Vanille: Sazh... Do you hate Pulse? Sazh: Why wouldn't I? Look at this mess it gotten us all into! Of course, that's not to say I always hated it. Seemed fishy. All that Sanctum ranting about the 'threat from Pulse.' 'Only a matter of time before they strike.' 'Pulse is infested with monsters.' Scare after scare, and not even a shred of proof. Tired old cynics like me, we don't just swallow that tabloid crap. No, no. Not me. I figured the Sanctum was up to something crooked. At least until I got dragged into it. Vanille: Yeah... Sazh: Now that I think about I, all this Pulse business...it really only happened because Dajh found that Pulse fal'Cie. Vanille: You're wrong. Don't blame him. It was all-- Sazh: Yeah, you're right. It was that scum from Pulse behind it.[Vanille runs into the rain so Sazh can't see her crying.] Vanille (narrating): I might as well have tried to stop the rain. I fought the tears... but they still fell. Vanille: (narrating) All of Cocoon was against us. With us dead, everyone was sure that things would go back--back to the way it was before. Vanille: (narrating) No one ever said the future would be easy. But I think we all saw the glimmer of a dream, somewhere in the sky that night. The tiniest spark of hope that we can change our fate. Who could say? That moment has come and gone. Vanille: (narrating) A world wild and fragile, vibrant and untamed...Gran Pulse. It's a place where lives are ruled by the brutal struggle for survival and the callous and uncaring whim of the fal'Cie. There is no such thing as mercy...only a never ending string of trials that weed out the weak and leave only the strong. Raines knew the truth...the purpose lying in the heart of the fal'Cies' actions: 'Recalling their lost deity and returning the world to its former glory.' People were never anything more than sacrifices. And Cocoon's destruction? It's just a way to wake a sleeping god. But would bringing back the Maker into this world really lead to our salvation? The Maker created fal'Cie...and they, in their desperation of being reunited with the Maker, created l'Cie. And l'Cie? I wonder what we'll end up creating. Our future looked bleak. But as long as we could keep our spirits up...we'd find a way to change our fate--somehow. Vanille: (narrating) Maybe nothing would change. And maybe we'd dead end. But, we were at least going to see where the road would take us. The search for a home buried in the past. And the faintest glimmer of hope. Our final journey had just begun. Vanille: Something on your mind? Hope: Huh? Oh, I, uh--I was just thinking. Vanille: About what? Something complicated? Hope: I was just taking it all in. The sky here, the trees, the sunlight, the smells..When I was on Cocoon, I never dreamed a place like this could even exist. But now? Here I am, on Pulse. If I hadn't gone to those fireworks, if I hadn't been sitting in that same train car during the Purge...If anything had been different, I'd never have had a chance to see this. Vanille: No, I'm sure you would have wound up here. Don't you remember you promised me? You promised me we'd come and see Gran Pulse together Hope: Uh..really? I...When did I do that? Vanille: Oh, I don't know. How about another lifetime? Hope: What does that even mean? Vanille: To be honest with you, I've been telling so many lies..it's all a blur. Hope: Sometimes..you have to lie about stuff- to protect someone else, work hard enough and you can make it true. I mean- who knows, maybe we both forgot. Maybe we did promise and we both don't remember. Vanille: Thanks, Hope! Hope: Do me a favor, will you? Keep smiling. I-It's makes me happy when you smile. Vanille: (flustered) Oh! I didn't know you felt that way! Hope: (starts laughing) Vanille: Oh- you mean you were joking!? Hope: Now we're even! (runs past her) Vanille: Hey- wait! Come back here! (runs after him) Orphan: A haven, yea. Yet it must fall ere we be saved. Too frail a shell, and humans should not thrive. Too stout a shell, and they would not die. Slaughter and salvation! Two irreconcilable Focuses we bore. Yet bound were we in a cocoon prison impervious to our power. And so we thank you for granting us our longed-for birth. Have you ever paused to consider our reason for making l'Cie of men? We fal'Cie are crafted for a single purpose, and granted finite power to that end. With men it is not so. Men, dream, aspire, and through indomitable force of will achieve the impossible. Your power is beyond measure. We take l'Cie that we might wield such strength. Through you, we obtain freedom from our bondage. And now, your Focus alone remains. Salvation is born of sacrifice--miracles, of misery From shattered shards, a new crystal legend will arise. Yes! Let anger be your strength! Despair. Depair and save us all Lo! The day of Wrath has come! Vanille: (voice) It's easy to lose sight of things in a world as wide as this one. But if you keep going, you're sure to find what you're looking for--sooner or later. Lightning: Serah...I'm sorry. Serah: It's okay. Snow: Hey, come on, the apologies can wait! We've got a wedding to plan! You are gonna allow it—right? Hope: Wow, you don't waste time, do you? Snow: No, I don't. Sazh: That's right. Just charge in, guns blazing! Snow: I swear to you, I will make her happy! Lightning: I believe you. Congrats.[Inside Cocoon - last lines] Fang (voice): When prayers turn into promises, not even fate can stand in their way. Vanille (voice): We held the light of hope in our hearts, and achieved the impossible. Now we live on, to greet a new dawn."My Hands" -Leona Lewis Final Fantasy XIII Completion time: (First playthrough, speedrun) 38:05:39 (Second, full completion) 105:39:05 I had thought that once my blood was pure- that there was no escaping my inevitable fate; that I- too, would become a monstrous puppet devoid of a soul. Walking around and trying to torment humans in the hopes that I may regain my forfeit humanity. Fiends require no pity, the only salvation they have at hand is a swift death. Ryu, you're like having the strength of 100 others. Never have I encountered a finer warrior worthy of my partner/companionship. His apprentice Momiji comes in close, but she is not at the level of her master. Were I to ever find the apocalypse once more trying to ensnare this world; the depths of hell attempting to cross over into the mortal realms; I would want both by my side- so that we may knock those treacherous demons back into the underworld. I could get used to this kind of a fight. No matter how many a number of fiend slain- many will return in the place of one. Speed and efficiency may play a key for most in fighting fiends- but power hasn't failed me yet. Evil, begone! The battle cry that strikes fear in the hearts of many. The dragon ninja's- 'Master Ryu' (as she calls him) apprentice Momiji and I have never had a problem once letting our opponents know we mean business. Very nice. Did you honestly think you could stop our deadly alliance- the fiend hunter, shrine maiden/apprentice and sorcery I use? You're just a human, after all. Perhaps I had put too much stock in your fighting capabilities. Tired, already? Can't keep up, after all? How unfortunate. Don't waste anymore of my time. Keep up- get out of my way..or die. This is never gonna end. The battle between fiends and mortals will never seem to cease. Where there is outstanding 'good' there must be an equal amount of 'evil'. So long as I am around- that 'evil' better hide. Pathetic! Was that honestly your best? Die! You should have just stayed out of my way. Not too bad. A little better than expected. Nothing special, though. You're pretty good...for a human. Considering your disadvantages- that was 'pretty good'. Come and fight. Foolish enough to challenge me? You clearly haven't seen me fight. I'll make sure you regret this. It'll be over before you know it- your defeat is inevitable; I must finish my goals and I will tear the sky from where it sits just to see it through. Alma... |