Disclaimer: SD3 characters are property of Squaresoft. Simply put, I do not own any of them. Well, you probably can figure out who the narrator or protagonist is here.
I stand above the land on a high mountain cliff perched above the world. My long hair flies in the fierce wind. My braid thumps against my back occasionally. Strands of it obscure my view at certain times. I sigh. I love the area. My father King Joster has passed away, and Elliot? Well, he's fine and safe. Sleeping late today. Ay, the clouds are moving fast today. I remember my mother. She was brave and beautiful. I sigh yet again. There is so much to lose in the world and not much to gain.
The landscape is wonderful. The vast lands seem to stretch on forever and ever. I can see the ocean from here. The high caves are over there, and the great forest there. I close my eyes and let the wind take me. At once, I am flying over the land exploring places both distant and near, places where I have been to not always of my own choice. I am pushed into the Pureland by force, and inside, I feel no different. It seems peaceful, but it's torn….somehow by something I don't know. I'm whisked away again by the wind to Salamando's hideout, where something boils in the lava. I dismiss this as a natural occurrence since there is always something that burns in the churning lava. In the Labyrinth of Ice, I attempt to find my way, but I am lost. The wind saves me and flings me toward the empty Island of Oblivion. Nothing there. Nothing to say. I can't say the same for the Lampflower Forest though. It's beautiful there in the night with its glowing night flowers, and the elves…I can't find them anymore. They're there, but I can't find them. The path is blocked. As for the Moonlight Forest, well, it's as dark and murky as ever, but it's lighter than before somehow.
In the Forest of Illusion, the town flickers in and out of existence. A town lost in time. A town trapped by time. A memoir serving to confuse and lead others on their paths. My wings spread behind me from my back, and I smile as I follow the wind's current back to that plateau where I began my short journey. Not much has really changed. As I've heard them say, the more things change, the more things stay the same. But the winds move strangely swift this day. My senses tell me that something has happened. I wonder as I head back to the castle and my brother. Do more things stay the same as they change? I shrug and concentrate on the task at hand.
After note: So, uh, what do you think? I was just thinking one day, and I just wrote this. I don't know what else to say. And, er, I'm not sure if the title fits. ^^;;