THE BELL TOLLS
I enjoyed XIII-2 and the mythology behind it quite a bit, but I was dissatisfied with the cliffhanger ending if only because I can't stand waiting. With that said, this fanfic is an attempt at bringing the story to a close. The mythos of Fabula Nova Crystallis may not be completely accurate here, but I'm taking a few creative liberties. Bear with me! I'll also be switching points of view between different characters, so be prepared for that abrupt change once the time comes.
INTRODUCTION: THE MAKER'S AWAKENING
It was, indeed, somewhat amusing to observe the humans in their efforts to change what we already decreed. Mere accidents borne from self mutilation, they had no real place among us in our world. Yet who were we to obliterate them? They were the perfect tools for our ultimate goal. Our twisted sister attempted to give them the power to fight us, but in the end we used them against her. By human hands, we plunged a sword through her heart and ripped the gate open wide. Time did not matter at this point; victory was upon us, and there was but one thing left to do.
Footsteps echoed through the empty, darkened halls of my master's home. This place had not seen life in millenniums, but the surfaces were not coated with dust, the decor not any less vivid than the moment I left him here. It felt strange to walk again- too human, and I didn't like the feeling. Anticipation settled on my chest as I finally reached the doorway to my master's chambers.
His crystalline face was illuminated by an unnatural light; I knew this not to be sunlight, as it had been blotted out by the chaos just moments before. But these chambers were far beyond human reach or chaos, in a realm that only we knew of.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, and that same unnatural light emitted from my arm and to his crystal form; slowly his body began to release from this crystal slumber, his chest rising and falling with life. With what we hoped would be eternal life.
"Welcome back, Bhunivelze."
His complacent smile was devoid of any emotion or reflection of thought. His eyes eventually met mine, and the satisfaction behind them was chilling. I smiled in return, though mine was undoubtedly submissive. Already I fell to my knees, my eyes to the ground.
"Thank you, Lindzei." The voice of our Maker rang through the hallways, and internally I both rejoiced and panicked; he was, once again, awake. And he wouldn't relent until he had immortality in his possession.
A lot of this is derived from the way I interpreted a lot of the mythology behind Final Fantasy XIII. I may not have grasped some of the parts the way I should have, but again, I've taken some creative liberties with it. If you haven't already read it, look up "Fabula Nova Crystallis Mythology" on youtube! Uploading chapter one here in a bit, so be on the lookout for chapter two!