Prologue: FFXII
"No! No, Balthier! No, Balthier, please, please don't leave my party! Please!"
Ewok screamed at the television, fingers frantically pressing button after button, as if that would change the message splayed in gold across the screen.
.:Balthier has left the party:.
"No!" she sobbed into her hands. She knew it was extremely immature of her to get worked up about an animated FICTIONAL character, but she didn't care. The realisation almost a year earlier that Auron was dead had rocked her to the core, and now the loss of her favourite animated character in FFXII was too much for her to bear. She had braved learning a new battle system for him, and in turn he left her alone, with only that idiot Vaan to rely on. She yelled something to that effect to the television screen. Not one pixel moved. The controller fell from her hands and hit the carpet with a thud as tears escaped down her face.
.:Wait…no, don't cry:.
"I must really be insane" she mumbled "the TV is talking to me. Maybe I should've taken my pills…"
.:Look up… come girl, we don't have all day:.
She raised her head. The message in gold faded from the screen. Two hazel eyes looked at her. She opened her mouth, to say something. But the words never left her mouth, as the dark abyss of the television reached out in a wave of darkness, sucking her in to a place unknown.