Author's Note: This is just the prologue to give me a kick in the pants. See my profile for the full explanation if you're interested. If you're not, that's cool. Here's the gist of what's up - This story WILL continue, just slowly. Chapter 1 is started, and I have the first 17 chapters outlined.
Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own FFXIII or anything related to it.
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Lightning grasps Serah's outstretched hand and pulls her into the soulstream. The small, rare smile curving her lips indicates the relief and joy flowing through her veins at this long-awaited reunion with the sister who was the ex-soldier's, near-goddess', driving force for so long.
Turning, the two reach out to the man and seeming-boy who believed in the women's inevitable success and provided them both with the necessary encouragement throughout their ordeals. Serah grins widely. Lightning's smile grows slightly. Snow claps his hand on Hope's back as they grin and nod in acknowledgement of a job well-done and speed their way to the women awaiting them. Around the two couples, the rest of their friends join the soulstream eagerly. Clasping hands as they did at the end of their first world, Cocoon, the group speeds toward their New World.
As they approach this new world, Hope's apparently 14 year old body recovers from Bhunivleze's "remaking". Rapidly growing 13 years, Hope's hand is wrenched from Lightning's as they are thrust into a new life. He now without a guide. She now without a purpose. Both now without a partner.
The only sounds to be heard are their calls for each other.
Shocked, "Hope!"
Desperate, "Light!"