TITLE: "I Am Alone."
Author's Note:
This is my first fic...ever. I figure I'd try my hand at it. I have done some thought and hopefully, will end up doing something different but interesting. It is quite a different take on things, that's for sure. This story will be about Lightning and some intense internal struggles. At times the writing will seem vague, but it'll make sense as the story progresses (revisiting them at the end will help).
A few quick notes:
I do a lot of technical writing. I apologize for any mistakes that make it in the text because of this. Feel free to leave any comments and I will correct them.
I am open to constructive criticism.
Well, here is the short Prologue: it really will not make much sense until the very end.
PRESENT DAY
Several years after Cocoon's 'demise'.
The sun was only beginning to rise over the horizon casting bright rays of sunlight along the valley floor. The morning dew glistened as the beams of yellow light traveled further along the ground. Soon the entire valley was covered by a blanket of warmth. The darkness faded into what was a mere thought of the past. Now, the day was here and nature, or one should say the brutal nature of Pulse, returned.
She shifted her position to the left a bit, while still maintaining her look on the valley below from her clifftop perch. Her ritual of late was to come to this cliff during the night, when everyone else was asleep. She found it to be the only way to receive any solace from her past. From the past that she wished was not hers.
Her eyes closed at the thought of her past. She shut the morning rays out and looked into the darkness that appeared; the darkness like the night she is attracted too. The memories started to flood into her mind; trying to break down her natural barriers of will power. They almost gushed through before she snapped her eyes back open. She placed her hands to the sides of her head, fingers going through her soft pink hair. Her mind closed up, the barriers rebuilt and composure regained. Even though the valley was before her, it was not what she was seeing. Her eyes saw nothing right now; into nothingness they looked and nothing they found; much like that night at Bodhum with the fireworks.
Some time passed, she wasn't sure how much, but the valley was alive with its natural wild life. Much of it was too far away to tell what it was, except the most obvious ones. She ran her hands along her legs, and down to her ankles, gripping them slightly. Her eyes changed to the bright blue sky and in the distance, Cocoon's shell could be seen. The crystal pillar jutting upwards from Pulse and portions of Ragnarok cradling it gently. Long crystal tendrils slinked upwards, on the side of the shell, towards the top. The sun light reflected off of certain sections and angles making it sparkle. It would be considered a beautiful site if the viewer did not know its history. But for the Humans on Pulse, it was definitely completely different. It was the end of a life style. Many did not wish to give it up, but were forced too. Everyone lost something important to them. Life went on, there was always hope and it never seemed to fad.
But how long does hope last? How far can it make a person go? Through what? What do you do when you keep losing even after you almost lost it all? What happens when you do lose it all? How much further can you go? Expect to go? Does hope still exist at this point?
The young woman, still cradling her ankles, her eyes now tightly shut and resisting the urge to let the emotions in her heart swell into her eyes.
They are gone."I am alone."