Lotti: Heya everyone! I started writing this a few years ago and recently decided to not only write it but complete it! :O i know a shocker :P Anywho I hope you enjoy message me any questions/suggestions etc and yes this is a little bit of Viko but seriously can you blame me? THEY ARE BOTH SO CUTE!

Chapter 1.The Dream.

Two red eyes rose out of the darkness, wreathed in black fog.

"You're finished Eiko, they're dead. All of your friends are dead and it's your fault! You're alone again and this time you'll stay alone"

"NO! I won't believe you!"

"You're alone Eiko, all alone..."

The fog lifted slightly to reveal my friends bodies lying deadly still on the floor that was not there.

"NO!"

I rushed over to where my stricken friends lay. Tears of fury and grief running down my face. I ran first to one body, then the next.

"YOU CAN'T DIE! YOU PROMISED! Don't leave me..."

Laughter rang through the darkness as the fog came rushing back, and I started to fall…

THUMP

I landed face down on the floor, tears still falling down my face in endless streams. I stood up trying to disentangle myself from the duvet. I walked over to the window, taking in the clean crisp air in large greedy gulps, trying to shake off the waves of emotion that were still washing over me in the aftermath of the dream.

After I had calmed back down I walked over to my wardrobe and opened it, met by a cascade of clothes I had shoved there yesterday when told to tidy my room.

I delved down into towards the floor of the wardrobe, throwing clothes out behind me and lifted out a large wooden shoebox. I settled back unto my bed and opened the lid. In this box I had stored, magpie like, every precious item that I owned. I slowly started to peel away the tissue paper, and lifted out my old wing ornaments. I blew off the dust and lovingly placed them beside myself on the bed. It had been years since I'd last worn them but I'd never get rid of them, ever. I carried on peeling away the tissue paper revealing; my old Lamias flute (too short for magic but normally taken out as force of habit) a few roughly drawn pictures of myself and Mog (I had drawn them myself age 6), some more pictures, even more pictures, and then, my memory earring. I always wore it on special occasions. Well what I classify as special anyway. I pulled on my usual selection of clothes, (tight black trousers and matching top held up with black stringy ribbony stuff, a furry armlet on each wrist and a sheet of copper armour that started at the shoulder and ended by the elbow)

I looked out of the window again at the uniform pearly white sky. My internal clock told me it was about an hour before sunrise. Until then the whole castle was mine to enjoy. I grabbed the thick leather bag that was lying by my bed (not on a table, it had been lost under all the junk on it years ago) and sped out of my room pulling on my boots as I left, tripping over cogs, clothes and everything else that hindered my passage towards the door. I peeked my head out of my doorway to quickly check no one was around and crept towards the industrial district where my latest hobby stood unguarded and unnamed.

Dad had always encouraged me to help him with his own ships and about 2 years ago I'd started my own, accepting only the help from my closest friends (Vivi, Freya and suchlike) Otherwise making her entirely myself, now all she needed where a few adjustments to the figurehead and a name. I puzzled over the name I'd toyed with the idea of "Silver Dragon" but it reminded me too forcibly of Kuga. I just wanted to forget about him.



I decided to leave the name for now and went over to the small carpentry room where I was working on the figurehead; I'd ditched the traditional image of the winged mermaid and was carving something entirely new. It was going to be a surprise for Vivi when he got here this afternoon; all it needed now was sanding and a lick of paint. I was stuck on the eyes I couldn't get them just right somehow.

The eyes go up more than that at the left.

Oh shut up Madeen!

I'm just trying to help…

I know but this is difficult and I'm trying to concentrate.

You really shouldn't get up so early Hilde will do her nut!

Ooohhh, who's suddenly the saintly one, if I remember correctly you used to get me up early just so I could steel you some breakfast, MOG!

The names MADEEN now, or should I start calling you Princess?

Meany, anyway what do you think…finished?

A lick of paint and you could hardly tell it's just a block of carved wood.

Great, when do you think

CRASH!

Crap someone's coming I better hide this.

I'd just managed to shove the figurehead out of view when,

"Hi, Eiko need any help?"

"Vivi!"

I ran over and slung my arms round him in an overwhelming hug. Everyone expected us to go out together but I mean eeww, he was my best friend.

It had been almost 10 years since we'd fought Kuga together and Vivi had changed beyond recognition; he was now almost as tall as Zidane was back then with long gangly arms and legs, and a completely different fashion sense. He still had the hat though, and the same round black face with their glowing gold eyes.

"Hey Vivi…"

"Yes"

"Got your hat!"

"Hey that's unfair!"

"I know but your such an easy target"

"Easier than Zidane?"



I paused halfway up to the trams, giving Vivi ample time to wrestle his hat back off me.

"Zidane's here?" I said slowly letting an evil grin glide slowly onto my face.

"Ah huh, that's how I got here so early, I caught a lift with him, in fact I was sent down by your parents to fetch you for breakfast."

"Cool, wait here though I've left my tools over on my ship. She's almost finished. Hey you can have the first ride on her if you want"

Overhead a rope started to unravel…

"Cool"

I started to run over towards my ship, I was halfway there when a resounding CRASH echoed round the hall. I looked up. A huge ship brought in for repairs had started to fall down from her post.

I opened my mouth to scream when a black and blue blur barrelled into my chest throwing me away from the falling ships path. I turned back just in time to see Vivi being consumed by the debris, his golden eyes burning into my soul.

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