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Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy VII and all its characters, and Mistwalker owns The Last Story and all its characters. I just borrow the amazing characters for a short while for this fan fiction story mine which I don't earn any money for.
Prologue
Dagran sat still against the wrecked chain that once held the Outside captive. His vision starting to get clouded as death slowly crept up on him. The footsteps of his friends desperate flight to escape the same fate had faded away. Leaving him completely alone in his last moments.
Water was slowly filling the chamber and he knew that he'd most likely die before having to fear drowning. His body ached, but he was calm, almost at peace. His life may have not turned out the way he hoped once, but he got his revenge, and he got to make peace with his friends before it was too late.
He was a man with many regrets, but he had long since come to terms with it. The day his family had been killed, a part of him also got killed. That was the part which held his dreams and wishes for a normal life. A life with a family and love, without hatred and constant battles.
Death was coming for him, and he looked forward to finally have peace. He wished the tales of the afterlife was true, that one reunited with loved ones. He longed to see his family again, and start atoning for being such let down of a son. He knew his family would not approve of how he had lived his life.
The water that he felt beneath him soothed some of his wounds, but he soon grew numb and cold. With the last of his strength he lifted his hand and released a small ball of red light: willing it to reach Lowell and give him the second chance of life which he refused for himself. ''You'll make better use of a second chance than me...my friend...'' he whispered with a content smile.
''Hey man! Stay awake!'' a young man's called urgently.
Dagran stirred slightly, wondering who was there, but was too weak to actually respond. His eyes could only make out two blurry shadows before him. It felt like he was being lifted, but he was so disoriented that he couldn't be sure of anything. He could not even feel some parts of his body, only a growing coldness.
''I'm sure screaming at him will do the trick...'' another man spoke.
''It's better than glaring daggers at him, broody.'' the first voice responded.
''Want me to leave him?'' threatened the second man. ''Does SHE even know about this?''
''Okay okay! I'm sorry, there happy?'' came an immediate response, in a not so apologetic tone. ''No, and it stays that way, all right? I have a plan...remember?''
''Immensely...'' came a dry reply. ''Just hold up your end of the deal...''
Dagran's body no longer felt numb or cold. Warmth washed over him, soothing his wounds, and calmed his mind. The strangers voices were unfamiliar to him, but oddly enough, they made him feel safe. The rest of their conversation was lost to Dagran, as he slipped into unconsciousness: the last sound he heard was the sound of birds and crashing waves.