Remnant
A deep, aching pain disturbed Jiāng Yún Fán. He winced and slowly sat up. He felt his skin burn with the fire of a thousand suns. His hands snatched up the offensive red stone. He raised his hand to throw it across eternity when he suddenly paused.
His hand seared as he brought it back down. He opened his palm and stared at the stone. It was as tragically beautiful as always. He clenched his jaw and stood. It dangled from his hand in its broken chain. The glimmer of crimson shone through brilliantly.
Jiāng Yún Fán strode to the edge of the great stairs. The breeze soothed his burns. A low rumble rose to his side. The deep and solemn wisdom of dark eyes found his. The towering stature of the creature almost stood too. Then, it settled, it let him be.
Yún Fán sighed deeply. He gazed out at the endless blue. In his mind he heard the cheering of the people. They were alive, they would continue to be alive, and they would prosper if they allowed themselves to. His frown became a scowl. They knew nothing. He despised them. He despised the ease with which they shattered the opportunity for peace they were given.
The breeze caressed his cheek. Its soft touch filled him with a sense of peace. Nature was beautiful and reassuring. It flourished and it knew peace. The breeze teased his scarf and he froze. His head snapped up.
"Yǔ Róu?" he called. "Táng Yǔ Róu!"
There was no response. Even the breeze stilled: as though in guilt. The endless emptiness returned to his bleak gaze. He slumped to the ground. His hand fisted around the crystal.
The memory of its passing into his possession haunted him. He knew it always would. It was just as he knew that he would never escape it.
A whisper of wind rose again. Its wispy tendrils touched his face. He stirred, shivering lightly. He had almost mistaken a gust of warmth for a kiss.
Author's Note: Yes, I know… I don't have the game… I can't buy the game… I really, really want that game! Oh, woe is I. Woe is I. Though, I suppose I should tell this tale rather than simply complain. All right, I will. He thinks she has returned to him. Even though it's brief, he still thinks she's returned. He wants her to be there. He misses her. He loves her. He's remembering and regretting. He's angry too! He's stuck up on a floating platform and who knows what's happened to the others, but they're in those positions because they saved the world! People who don't understand that, don't appreciate it, go and become thieves, warlords, corrupt… I can't really say more as I don't really understand any more than that. I will be doing another one shot! It will focus on Lóng Yōu and Xiǎo Mán! I'm really looking forward to it!
Thank you for reading! I do hope that you have enjoyed this little piece. I apologise if you are dissatisfied.