In the dark room where a desk lamp was the only source of light sat a teen at their desk. Their head was down and held fastened within their left hand, hand writing hastily within a composition notebook as if the book would vanish if the teen did not hurry to get their thoughts down. The teens eyes stared intently, nearly wide as a person who let the voices in their head consume them entirely they lost touch with the world around them, at the college ruled paper as they continued to write in the darkness, never yielding and shows no sign of wanting to stop. Music blasted in their ears replaying the same songs since they heard them; 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons, Bubblegum Bitch and Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds, 'Miss Murder' by AFI, 'Dollhouse' by Melanie Martinez, and 'Pieces' by Red all hold a sort of symbolic significance to the teen as they felt as if these songs spoke to them the clearest.

'Knock knock knock.'

The teen heard someone knocking on their door but paid no attention and continued to write like their life depended on it.

'Knock knock knock!'

Again someone knocked, more sternly than before, and the teen lifted their head from writing for a second, listened to the silence whisper through their music, and continued their task. The person on the other side of the door silently opened the teen's door and peered inside, seeing the teen sitting in the dark room alone and muttering a bit to themselves here and there. Once the door was wide enough for the person to creep inside they made their way to the lights and flipped the switch. The ceiling light enveloped the room and dispeled the darkness, causing the teen to shield their eyes and hiss in pain from the sudden appearance of a brighter light existing in their space. Slowly removing one arm and then the other the teen let their eyes refocus to the illuminating source and looked back from their seat to see the culprit that turned the world bright again.

"Mel, its three in the morning... Yawn! What are you still doing up?" Questioned a brunnette woman in her early twenties, her tired eyes were barely open but her face showed clear concern.

The teen blinked a few times at the woman and turned back to look at their notebook. Quickly skimming over the pages they had written in they initialed the page after their last sentence and closed their journal for the day. Once that was done they paused their music and pulled out their earbuds.

"I had another dream, Claire. It kept me awake for a while, I don't think I want to fall asleep again after what I saw... It was that disturbing." The teen, Mel, responded hoarsely to the woman behind her. The woman registers the words she heard and becomes more alert and feels her heart become clenched with sympathy. How long has it been since the nightmares began? Claire couldn't remember but she abhorred the fact she was helpless when her sibling became too disturbed to fall back asleep. She wants to help but knows she is unable to.

Walking briskly toward the teen the woman wrapped her arms around the teen and hugged the younger one tightly in a loving embrace. Her head resting on the young ones shoulder.

"You know if you have nightmares you can always come and sleep with me, Mel. I'm always here for my sister, and you know it. My door is always open, you don't have to shut me out and treat me like Anna." Claire responds softly to her younger sister. The teen reciprocated the gesture and hugged her sisters arms, chuckling softly at the reference her sister made.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? I can't be Elsa if I'm younger, it doesn't make any sense. Besides, I think I'm old enough to sleep on my own. I'm not a kid anymore." Mel retorted sleepily. Claire poked her sisters cheek lazily and replied back,

"Age doesn't matter, I think it helps when your in the company of someone you care about, love thaws a frozen heart as much as love holds the evil in the dark at bay. But for the past two years you've been shutting me out, you don't talk to me about anything anymore. All I get out of you in a simple conversation is either a curt nod, a grunt or you just space out on me or your eyes are looking through me. What happened to you since you vanished? Don't you trust me enough to say what happened? I mean, what happened to your arms? Your leg? Scars and metal prosthetics? You were perfectly fine when I last saw you!" Claire said to her sister who listened intently to what was being said. Of course she trusted her sister, but what should she say?

'I've been struck by lightning and survived with the scars to prove it. Been kidnapped and taken into the world of one of my favorite games where I gained a lot of cool powers, weapons, experience in fighting hoards of monsters and people out to get me. Become branded as an enemy of a capital that doesn't exist in our world, been traveling with a bunch of people who shouldn't exist but did and had to deal with a lot of crap that occurred. Basically, traveled from hell and back constantly fighting a crazy old man who turned out to be an artificial intelligence with human knowledge and ambitions to destroy its world and the worlds beyond its own to summon back their 'God' and create a new world from its ashes by dragging earth down with it. My arm and leg were blown off by the same AI who wanted to destroy the world and use me as his puppet to fulfill his dream by filling me with hate and excrutiating pain. Oh! And the world wide video feed of the fight between the colorful characters and my double-ganger with the crazy AI from the same world of Final Fantasy 13 was actually scraped content from Square Enix that some punk hacker leaked from their database instead of a calamity actually happening, and the world that was in the sky was really everybody on drugs instead of a real world? Also, In the other world I am classified as something called, 'The Interloper', someone who can cross between space and time into different dimensions with the sole purpose of keeping balance throughout the multiple universes that exist beyond our comprehension of worlds we all believed to be entertainment were actually real places. Plus, I think I may have fallen for one of the characters with striking blue eyes and pink hair, which leaves me confused and uneasy when dwelling on it when the feels won't leave me alone. Yeah, sis, you'll believe everything I say because I'm not crazy like you thought when I told you all of this days after my return. I would never hide a huge secret from you! I'm a perfectly healthy eighteen year old who is beginning her first year in college who just needs to get out more and do something productive instead of sitting in the dark contemplating on what happened to me two years ago.' The constant worrisome thoughts rushed to Mel in a torrent but as always she held her tongue and kept silent.

Claire heard only silence and heavily sighed, feeling defeated by the fact she can no longer get any answers from her sister when it came to this specific topic. Releasing her sister from her hug and standing upright Claire made her way to the door. Before walking out of the room the brunette looked over her shoulder and spoke back to her sister in a neutral voice,

"If you need anything or if the nightmares come back, you know I'm right next door. Okay?" Not even waiting for an answer Claire left the room and headed back to hers.

Mel knew, she knew with all her heart how badly she wants to confess but she felt afraid of being either shunned or being thought of as a maniac by her only family. She wasn't sure how Claire would take the information she had been withholding for the past two years. But since she returned home Mel constantly wrote down thoughts and events in her journal from her journey, from beginning to the end. And sometimes those thoughts had manifested over the years that she had begun to judge whether or not she actually lived out those adventures or made them up when she 'vanished.' The only proof of her ever being in Cocoon was that picture frame, and Mel knew it wasn't photoshopped, it was a genuine picture of the Final Fantasy 13 cast and her on Gran pulse standing in front of Fang and Vanille's crystal pillar smiling with the message on the front addressed to her. Mel found it strange how her sister never asked her about the picture, but with the circumstances as they are now it was best to leave everything as they were.

Cleaning up her desk and closing her desk lamp alongside her room light Mel walked over to her bed once the darkness settled. The moonlight made its way through the shades and illuminated the room dimly with its dull glow. The teen stared at the ceiling then flicked her eyes to the picture frame then let her mind wander into the past. Her strife and uncertainty had brought her a bad reputation in her last years of high school and wants to forget about them. Starting college was like starting over, she could be anyone she wanted to be and no one would know her as the 'schizophrenic weirdo who spends time playing games with her fantasies than being in reality.' It was hard being unable to discern reality from what she lived through, if they really happened then she could confront her worries and correct her mistakes from that other world than be taunted by them. If she really dreamed the whole thing up maybe its was time to just move on and begin her life anew, instead of constantly making her older sister worry so much over her well being.

Turning onto her side to stare at the picture frame Mel sighed and closed her eyes. Her wrries slowly returning as her mind continued to wander in desperation,

'Am I really going crazy after being stuck to video games majority of my life? Or am I perfectly sane and these powers of mine with the metal limbs, lightning shaped scars, bandana, bracelet, and arm band resembling the ones from Hope, Vanille and Lightning's accessories and my swords really from another world and I did not subconsciously make a pact with a demon to get them? Or the demons that is online shopping? Maybe tomorrow things will be better and all of my problems will be sorted out soon.'

A/N: Hey everybody, its AeonLegacy. So, like I said in the discontinued version of 'History Rewritten' I am making a reboot of the sequel. Hopefully, you all can understand what is going on so far and I hope I can stick to the story without jumping all over the place like before. This is the first chapter of the new version and hope it was alright. Since I'm redoing the whole story I really want it to follow a story this time than its predecessor and not skip details or forget details that was introduced in the previous chapter and not follow on it. So, anyway, I won't know for certain when I'll update with my current schedule but I will take the time to think about the next chapters and make sure the bainstorms gives me precise ideas instead of rushing the story; my biggest downfall. Also, hope you all are doing well, enjoying the reboot so far and hope to see you all next time. Ciao!