Prelude: Death

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"/But your star's still in the sky/So I won't say goodbye/" ~ 'Cold' by Jeff Williams


"Do you believe in destiny?" she gritted out through clenched teeth.

The woman looked at her. "Yes."

Then the world ended.


She knew she was dead. She felt the dull thud of the arrow as it went through her chest. She felt herself turn into ashes, lost to the wind. She felt the hollowness. Then it was dark. Not even black dark...just nothingness. She couldn't feel. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear. She couldn't smell. She couldn't taste. She simply ceased to exist.

Then why are her thoughts still intact?

Why is she here? In this nothingness? Doesn't death let you go? Free you? Isn't-isn't that what was supposed to happen?

Not this faux death. Not this counterfeit. Not this fake. Not this eternal torture. She refused to accept it.

Damn it. Just let her go.

How long had she been here? She didn't know. It could have been a second, an hour, a day, a month, an year, years, centuries, millenniums. In the end it doesn't matter. It seemed she would be in this nothingness forever.

What was this? Was she here just to repeat her memories for all of eternity? Just to think about about what she lost? What she could've had?

It was almost funny. That in the nothingness she thought more for herself then she ever had before.

She wanted to see that adorable, wonderful, blonde again. She wanted to see her team again. She wanted to see that red-caped girl's team again. She wanted to go to that Academy again. The first place where she wasn't different. She wanted so much. And...and she would be just fine walking in the world again, even once. Because, stuck in this fake darkness, this faux death, she realized just how beautiful the world is. Even the little things, like crickets chirping. small talk with friends, eating breakfast. Even the awful things, like losing, getting injured or struck with sickness, or-or crying. All of those things and more combined to make the world beautiful.


She giggled. "No, that's not how it goes." She went over to reposition the blonde.

"Aw…"

"You'll get it eventually. Let's call it a day."

Her leader and partner sheathed his sword. He looked up at the star filled sky. "Say, what do you think the stars are?"

She blinked. "They're incandescent bodies of gas. Like the Sun."

"Eheheheh. Well, there is that." The blonde pointed a finger at a random star. "But I like to think they're everyone."

"Everyone?" she repeated.

"Yeah, everyone who passed away. They leave their legacy in the sky."

"What happens when the star burns out?"

"Well... I guess they disappear."


...what she would give to be a part of the world again.

She hoped she made a difference at the very least. She hoped they were all safe.

She hoped they all moved on.

Except that last part wasn't true. She was scared she'd be a star that burned out. A part of her, a large part of her wished that she would always be in their hearts. That she would be a large burning star that never ends.

"We all do," said a voice.

She tried to turn. Then she remembered. This place was nothingness. She was nothing. She tried to open a mouth she didn't have. Nothing came out as there was nothing to begin with.

"Maybe-" the voice's voice hitched. "Maybe you can have a second chance."

Her mind went into turmoil. A second chance?...and Oum, she felt a spark of happiness from hearing a voice after so long.

"If I use up everything I have..."

This voice though, she could barely understand its words. She certainly couldn't identify its gender. Had she forgotten how to identify people's voices?

"...I -I think I've got it…," the newly fatigued voice said.

Silver light began to engulf her…

"Yes. A second chance I never had ..."

And Pyrrha Nikos was gifted with life once more.


Author's Notes: Changes were made to move the plot. This is now not a Christmas Special! Hope I don't disappoint in the story.


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