A/N: Hi there! So, I found this story somewhere on my hard drive and decided to put it up to see what people think. It's a little different.
I decided to call it Starry Eyed because I came up with the idea while I was listening to the song Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding. Not sure how I got this out of that song but whatever.
I'm not sure where I want to take this story yet. I can't decide if I want Light and Vanille to just develop a friendship or actually have a relationship...
Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
Gran Pulse and Cocoon. There was never a war between them. They lived in harmony. Pulsians living on Cocoon, citizens of Cocoon living on Gran Pulse. But, like all good things, it came to an end. An anti-Pulse group who called themselves The Vipers caused a separation between them. On one side were those who were against the Pulsians and on the other were those who defended them. This tension led to a civil war between the Vipers and the Sanctum which caused Cocoon to become a war zone. Many volunteered to enter the war, not knowing how violent the war would become.
The war lasted for years. Explosions and destruction happened every day. People died every minute.
However, the war couldn't go on much longer because even the best of soldiers couldn't last forever.
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Her body slammed to the solid concrete, the back of her skull almost cracking by the impact. Her half-lidded eyes were locked to gray filled sky through the shattered visor of her helmet. The sounds of bullets and explosions were muffled through her ears. She gasped for air, her body shaking. She felt like she was burning. She attempted to move but it was no hope. Her body refused to budge.
"Farron's down! Farron's down!" The words sounded so distance.
A large soldier scurried into her vision. His white uniform was covered in dirt, the grey shoulder pads scratched and damaged. The name Villiers was stitched on a patch on the breast of his jacket. Reaching up with his grey gloved hands before throwing his gray helmet aside, revealing the blonde spiky locks matted to his head.
Snow.
His eyes widened, panic filling them as he knelt down next to her. Never in her life had she seen him so…afraid?
"Light! You're smoking!" He shouted, dropping his gun to pat down her burning uniform with his gloves.
He froze, his eyes scanning over her body. "Oh my god…"
He reached towards her head, attempting to take her helmet off. However, it did not come off as easily as it should of.
Lightning watched him as he tugged on the helmet with more force. What was the problem? Why was her helmet stuck?
When he began to take it off, she could feel pieces of the inside of the headgear peeling off her face. She cried out in pain, clenching her fist tightly, as her burned skin was exposed to the air.
"Sorry, Light. Just a little more…" She could hear Snow say faintly.
Her fist turned almost white as Snow lifted the helmet from her head, her face visible.
She screamed as the pain from her severe wounds finally hit her. She was definitely burned. Badly. One of her eyes was blurred but she couldn't tell which. She was in too much pain to figure it out. She lost feeling in her left arm. She couldn't even tell if it was still there.
Through her cloudy vision, she could see Snow wiping his eyes.
"Sis…how could I let this happen to you?" He muttered.
"…Sn..o..w…" She panted out, trying to say more but nothing else could escape from her lips.
It was then when she felt her body becoming numb and the pain beginning to vanish. Her eyes grew heavy.
A jolt traveled through her body as Snow grasped her shoulder. His water eyes stared intently into her glassy ones.
"Stay with me, Light. You are not dying. I'm going to get help."
He climbed to his feet.
"Villiers! Get down!"
Snow's head snapped back as a bullet pierced his skull.
Time seemed to slow for Lightning.
Her wide eyes watched as Snow's body fell backwards, collapsing to the ground next to her. She could feel the blood seeping from his body soaking into her uniform.
"…Sno..o…w…" She clamped her eyes shut, not believing what just happened.
Snow was dead.
Her brother-in-law was dead, killed right in front of her…when she could do nothing about.
She took in a breath of air; breathing becoming much more of a struggle.
Was this really it?
Was this how she was going to die?
She promised Serah she would come back. Her and Snow promised. She couldn't leave her alone. She couldn't die.
But, it looked like she didn't have much of a choice at this point.
Her mind began to fade and her heart beat slowed.
Sorry, Serah.
She took one last look into the sky before her vision blurred and her eyes shut, only darkness before her.