A/N: I wrote this story on a hunch to try out something else than Life is Strange. I wasn't expecting much to come out, so please bear with me on this one. If you see anything or if there is something wrong with the story, please leave a review. Now, just relax and enjoy.

"My dearest friend,

it has been five years since we last saw each other. Five short years since you started a new life, after a millenium of fights, and that we went our separate ways. I kept myself busy, and while I was watching over you and our friends, I was also guiding lost souls through the Unseen Realm. I was protecting them from falling into darkness. I made sure they would return safely to the living.

I took good care of those who came to me for protection. They looked up to me and other remaining Eidolons for guidance of all sorts. We have given them hope before, and they knew they could trust us.

You might only remember your past through dreams. Because only then I can feel your presence here within me.

Sometimes, when you are struggling with emotions, your hand goes and lays where your heart is, and where your brand once was.

I am sorry that your new world is already breaking to pieces. I am sad to see your need to help people unfullfiled. To lend a hand to the hopeless, knowing that even after everything you've done, it still isn't enough.

It saddens me much. Though we are universes apart, the trust we had, the bond we created will never break. It will always be there, even without any summoning.

But my time here is coming to an end. I soon will have to let go of my current body. It is getting old and only my mind is immortal. I am sorry, but the memory you had of me as your knight or angel has come to its end.

Do not worry, cause even though my body only remembers the scars that once bled, my soul still remembers the pride it felt when fighting alongside you, it still thinks highly of you, and it is happy that it had the honor to meet and befriend you.

So my body and soul want you to know this: even if you can no longer summon or call upon the Chaos, my body will liberate my soul when it deems the time has come, and my soul will find its way home.

It will be born anew.

It will come forth to you."

Claire remembered those words from her friend. They reached her out within her dreams, and she had reminisced them ever since. Right now, as she was half-asleep and her whole body was weak from her pain, the memory struck even stronger.

She woke up when a hand softly touched her shoulder. Hope, peaceful and tired at the same time, was smiling at her. He then looked down to her hands, caressing them lovingly.

-So, what will her name be? He asked

She looked down on her chest, where their newborn daughter was asleep. After a moment, she stared back at Hope and said:

-Rose. Her name will be Rose.