They thought they were doing the right thing, taking the leap and stopping it from coming to an end. Lightning knew what she wanted, so did Serah. As for Fang? She wants to remember if she was a Saint or a Sinner.

Saints or Sinners

Four people, four different lives, one abstract story.

Eternal Darkness.

Just how was she going to fall? All she wanted to do was to find their lost comrades; maybe she shouldn't have just taken off running the way she did after she had woken up. It felt like the right thing to do however, maybe now she had regretted it. Slowly she turned over so she was no longer facing downwards, well what she thought was downwards, there was no sense of gravity where she was. She could feel a slight wind, blowing her hair now upwards. Closing her crystalline blue eyes she sighed, she made a promise; she wasn't going to give it up now.

Slowly her consciousness slipped away, her old uniform of a soldier disappearing into black smoke before being replaced with something more fitting for the world she was destined to be bound to. The Goddess smiled upon her and hoped that her new Champion will not turn away from her calling.

For she had tricked the woman into believing that she was wandering into the danger that she forever craved, with no warning that she would be leaving her home behind for pure Chaos.

The Goddess Etro awaited the arrival of Claire Farron, uncaring of those beloved her Champion had left behind.

"I think it's about time you let her go sweetie." She felt someone place their large hand on her shoulder. She just looked the other way, she didn't want to believe him; she didn't want to believe anyone, not when she was still having dreams about her. "It's been so long, if there hasn't been any contact she-"

"She's not dead!" she snapped, turning around quickly, she realized what she had done though, to whom. "Sorry Snow." She muttered softly, placing her hands together and looking downwards on the grassy plain. "I didn't mean to."

"Serah." Snow muttered, bending down to be on level with his fiancée of three years. "Lightning isn't coming back, she's gone." Serah looked the other way. Snow sighed in defeat. "I'm going to be leaving with Hope and his Guardian team for a while Serah, I guess…" he couldn't think of anything to say.

"I just need more time Snow, I'm sorry." Serah looked away again at the crystallized Cocoon up in the sky. Snow frowned, for how long will continue to Serah believe, he didn't know. Hopefully, she'll come to the same conclusion everyone has over the years.

Lightning Farron was dead.

Serah watched as Snow walked away as she looked upwards at the night sky, she knew her sister was still out there, somewhere, she was just lost.

"Lightning." She muttered, bringing her hand up to her necklace and holding onto it.

She knew, Lightning was still out there, dreams wouldn't lie to you, would they?

He hated this life.

Shivering slightly as he watched the tired soldiers wander around, he looked up skywards. The grey sky looming overhead like a constant incoming storm; there wasn't a sun anymore. He couldn't remember a single day of his life were the sky was blue. His foot sunk in the snow and he tumbled, landing face first with a grunt. He stayed there for a moment, closing his eyes, he didn't care.

He needed to find a way to change the pass, stop whatever that caused his life to be the way it is.

Looking up slowly he saw that his sword had tumbled into the snow before him, reaching out he gripped the handle and pulled it closer. He knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do.

He was going to find the girl from his dreams and make her take the leap with him.

Her eyes snapped open as her body convulsed; it was like a thousand volts of electricity was running through her veins. Sound left her throat as she cried out; it felt as if she was being ripped apart. The pain left as soon as it appeared, a cooling sensation washing over her body.

"Vanille." She whispered weakly before finally opening her eyes, she didn't think awakening from crystal was this painful.

How many lives can you live?

Okay, so she was hearing things instead. Looking around she found herself floating in darkness, she recognized this place, this… this was… she didn't really want to say it as she brought her hand up to the large black brand on her left arm.

Will the memories tear you apart?

"Bahamut." She muttered; looking around for her pet dragon, a large black organic dragon soon appeared before her instead. The Hallowed Father, King of the Dragons, the Master of the Rift, Bahamut.

I've upheld my side of the pact; it's time you served yours.

She didn't have much to say, a pact with the Hallowed Lord is a something that couldn't be broken. He had given her one of his many 'sons' to help her along her journey. It was only fair she did what he requested of her. Closing her eyes was a sign of agreement as the dragon before her smiled darkly.

Emerge, from the Midnight Void.

Fang closed her eyes as she held her arms up as the invisible ground beneath her feet gave away as she fell she felt a change in her, then a familiar presence. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked to the side, off in the distance she could see a flash of silver, but she had no idea who or what it was.

She was remembering and forgetting at the same time.

Live several lifetimes of knowledge being crammed together as a part of her was ripped out.

Who was she?

What was real? What was an illusion?

She couldn't remember.