Disclaimer: I do not own FF despite my own wishes and I deal with it...
this is a trail, I have written sad stuff before but I preffer to take this... in a new direction. I am hopeing for 2 reviews by ch 3. Flames are welcomed and summerialy ignored Reviewers earn mentions. it's all I've got to offer.
Some things, life, existence, pain. These are universal, no one can escape them. Some however are destined from the moment they first draw breath to endure more pain than any human being should. Eyes burning with hate only really hide the pain until someone asks the right question… and sometimes the person is the one human being you never expected.
"Fu…. Heh… we've had a good run… I guess…." The beaten and bloody knight grinned upward at her even as blood dripped from his nose, and his mouth. He tried to lift a hand to lay it on her once more but the exertion only surged his mind with pain. No denying, this is it. He raised his eyes to look into her crimson orb her face contorted in pain holding back, biting into her bottom lip. The tears welled up and overflowed obscuring her vision of the once-proud warrior his blade fallen and his glory dead she held his head on her lap. She stroked his hair and did nod shallowly.
"no regrets Fu… remember that…" the words ended in a sputtering cough as blood sprayed from his slowly filling lungs. He lay breathing as deeply as he could her sobs barely audible.
"Won't die…." Was all she could think of to say, her voice broken, no trace of the power she once wielded with impunity all that remained was a scared little girl and a dying friend.
"I know I'm done for…. There is one thing I want you… to do…" he paused, swallowing a pool of his own coppery life that had collected in the back of his throat. She listened intently, hanging on his every broken strained syllable.
"Tell them I'm sorry… I see now…. What I've done" he was tearing himself. He still tried to smile, she nearly broke in two but nodded again her clothes drenched in his blood she spoke so quietly she was not even sure she heard it "anything…"
"Do what I should have done… carry our spirits and." he paused to cough and wince from the pain it caused. "...Try to make it…." The breath left him even as he fought it out he looked up at her and she was forced to watch, the one moment, that final step into death. She watched the spark of life leave him, and she cried, she cried until she was sure there was nothing left wet in her, until all her pain rose into her throat and stole her voice, she cried for her Friends…
"For you." she laid head onto the grass in the wreckage of Pandora and lifted her darker skinned compatriot and pulled him alongside their leader and taking a fragment of steel began to dig twin holes, shallow but enough. She pulled them both up and into the divots. She was bathed in sweat as she covered them and sat in the grass, looking at the two mounds contemplatively. She stood and raised Hyperion and tied it to her own back with her brother's rod and taking her pinwheel in hand, began to walk, she knew only one place she could go now... she had a promise to fulfill.
both of them who had died defending a knight, but even a knight may fail, not all fairy tales have happy endings….