DISCLAIMER: I do not own Love Live or Shadow of The Colossus.

A/N: Hey guys~ This is the first fanfiction that I've written, so constructive criticism is appreciated. This is really self-indulgent and it's gonna be have multiple chapters. I'm not really sure if I nailed the characters either so… the characterizations might be crap. This fic might be crap too, but I can't improve if I don't try. This fic as a whole has major spoilers for SoTC so be warned (I'm also not the biggest enthusiast so some parts could be inaccurate to the game, sorry). Enough of my ramblings, I hope you get at least some kind of enjoyment from this!

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Maki knew. She knew that as soon as she passed those gates,that there would be no turning back. She was hesitant. Do I really want to do this? A thought that was quickly dismissed as she eyed the cloth covered body, as well as the sheathed sword dangling on her hip.

It was far, far, too late to be having second thoughts now. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this.

She beckoned her horse, Agro, towards the open gateway, tightening her grip on the cold cloth, careful not to bruise the contents inside. The mare obliges, starting to move at a slow trot towards the foreboding stone gates, seemingly unaware at what's about to come, making Maki feel terribly guilty, as the horse may not even survive the upcoming ordeal.

As the gate closed behind them, Maki let out a sigh, pulled down the hood of her cloak and steeled her resolve. The opening room was a large dome room, and the only other way out of the room was the long spiraling descent to the ground floor. And so they began to descend.

After the long descent, they entered the main room of the ruined building. The hub room was, again, very large, containing 16 stone statues varying in size, but all generally larger than the average human and each one looking vastly different from the next, exhibiting fine craftsmanship and exquisite details, lining up the left and right sides of the room, a small stairway leading up to an altar at the end of the room. The altar itself is made of stone and was long enough for a person to lie down on it and it was brightly lit by the sun. In the center of the room was an aperture in the ceiling, flooding the rest of the otherwise dark room with sunlight. Beyond the altar was another stairway leading down to the entrance of the Forbidden Land.

Maki marveled at the sight of the detailed statues as Agro moved towards the end of the room. After taking in the gorgeous scenery, Maki was reminded that she wasn't there to sightsee and promptly got off Agro, carefully adjusting the cloth covered body in her arms.

She walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the altar, gently laying the body on top of the altar. She then slowly unwrapped and adjusted the blanket so that the formerly warm body was resting on top of it.

On the altar was a young girl, being about a year older than Maki, wearing a simple white dress that stopped at her knees. With long locks of navy blue hair reaching down a little past her waist and an expression that's peaceful and at ease, she was absolutely stunning, even with her deathly pale complexion. Maki stared at her face, recalling her vibrant and kind amber eyes with a fond smile. Maki reached out and softly caressed her face, feeling cold, but still smooth skin.

A loud whinny from Agro abruptly brought Maki back to reality and she turned her head toward the sound, only to see a myriad of shadow like humanoids creeping up from the ground. Alarmed, Maki quickly drew the sword from its sheath and got into a battle stance, only to have the shadows dissolve when the sword reflected light towards them.

"What?" Boomed a disembodied voice, "What is that sword thine possesses?" Maki looked towards the source of the noise; the aperture at the center of the room. She then replied, "This sword?" She raised said sword a bit over her head, "This is called the 'Ancient Sword'." Maki silently chuckled. What a tacky name. "I see..." the voice said, feigning indifference.

"Enough about that, I have come here to ask for your help." Maki gulped nervously before continuing, her palms starting to drench with sweat, "Can you… please revive this girl?" "Hmm... Let me see thine face." Maki complied, reaching up to pull down her hood, letting her red shoulder-length locks free. She looked back towards the origin of the voice, her purple irises glinting with hope and desperation.

After a short pause, the voice, slowly and with clarity, said, "Well, that certainly isn't impossible… but it would certainly be an arduous task and the price to pay is quite steep." Maki's eyes lit up with determination as the voice continued, "With thy sword, thou can destroy those stone idols, but only by killing the incarnations of them, called the colossi."

Maki agreed almost instantaneously, already prepared for the danger that plagues her path. The seemingly emotionless voice makes a noise of acknowledgment.

Maki looked back towards the figure lying on the altar and silently thought to herself; I'll bring you back and we can be together again, just like the old times. I promise.