A/N: Hello der! I see you, stalking the just in to find a new story to read. Well here you are, hehe.

This story will hopefully do it for ya! As fair warning, this will contain a lot of annoying Snow/Lightning romantic tension, as they are the main pairing, but it's not going to be overt. Meaning lots of sllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww building. That's just how these stories work, considering that Snow is still technically engaged to Serah. Wellllllllllllll, technically. :3 don't think to hard about it. All in good time. I hope that even if you don't like the pairing, you'll give this story a shot! It's not all SLight fluff! And that's not a spoiler. You're smart enough to infer from the pairing brackets that this will be SLight related.

#Shipping this until I die.

Well. Shall we start?

Prologue: Awaken.

She was sleeping.

She was awake.

Tortured. Comfortable. Freezing. Burning. Frozen in one moment. Seeing all in the next.

Her eyes burned with the visions, but even when she closed her eyes, they forced themselves into her. Forced her to see it all. No escape: open or closed.

She waited for the painful revelations to pass. They refused her desires just like they refused her before, when she didn't want to see them.

Finally, after witnessing countless timelines...

The light was blinding her. So bright, so painful. She shut her eyes again, praying for some kind of relief. The darkness behind her lids as red as the light poured down. It hurt. It hurt to look. Maybe if she opened her eyes, then she would adjust to the brilliant invasion. Slowly, she opened them, hoping for salvation.

It came to her.

The light dimmed. A soft hand brushed her left eye. It was frigid, forcing her to jolt back.

She looked up, trying to find it. A woman, who looked only as old as her thirties but felt archaic, smiled softly down at her. Her eye (Only one? Where was the other?) held compassion and peaceful sadness.

And then all thoughts of salvation were gone as the woman removed the girl's eye with her fingers. And the girl couldn't fight. She never could.

She was Serah Farron. The weak side of her family equation. She couldn't fight because she never had to. Her sister, Eclair, had always done it for her. And when Eclair, now donning the name Lightning, was too busy to protect her every moment of the day, she found Snow to fill in the gaps.

She was a horrendous person. A weak creature. The worst kind of parasite. A disgusting waste.

This was her punishment for being so weak and dooming so many to death so long ago... But in terms of time, she had no clear idea.

Yes, she deserved this. She deserved much worse than being blind, but this would do.

"This is your duty. Continue the cycle."

And the light was gone. She was free. But at the same time chained.

Serah stared at her knees, weak. She was somewhere where the grasses tickled her hands. The air smelled drastically different, and crystal fragments floated in the air before landing as iridescent snowflakes. Soft dirt was indented by her knees, the call of the wild unmistakable.

A boy, frozen in a moment in time as she had once been, was slowly freeing himself from his glimmering prison. "Dajh." The name came to her somehow. Odd, she never knew a Dajh in her life.

She felt a strange pull in two directions; the pull of two fates was unmistakable even for a fool such as herself. She stood, walking slowly, trembling as she did. The call of one fate, one of repentance, was too strong to resist.

She could see pink hair in the distance she had left behind.

Serah turned and continued on her prior chosen path.

She would be selfish and weak no longer.