Hey there, people! It's been forever, but I'm finally back to write some more Gunbladeshipping (yeah, I just can't drop this word). I'm so very sorry it took me this long to write a new story, but y'know… university is a killer.

Anyway, before you start reading I'd like to stress one very important point. This story is a sequel to my previous one, so I must suggest you read that one first so that you'll understand what happens here.

Also, do not bother me saying that someone is out of character. The personalities will be changed according to the way I interpret how the events of both the game and my previous fanfiction affect each particular character. If you don't like it that way, then don't read.

I don't mean to be rude, but it gets really annoying when someone forgets that game characters, much like human beings, are dynamic. In other words, they're subject to change. And besides, it's not like I'm screwing them up. I will, after all, try to keep them true to their original selves.

Anyway, it's just a fanfiction made from a fan of SquallLightning pairing to fans of said pairing. It's simples as that, so there's no need to take it seriously. Now then, I hope you'll enjoy it. Good reading!

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I recognize this world, and it hasn't changed one bit since the last time I was here. The uneasy feeling that time is frozen still bothers me, and the raging pulses from deep beneath the earth remind me of so many battles I fought. When the god of discord fell and we finally returned to our homes I thought I'd never set foot on this place again, and yet… here I am.

Still haven't figured out how exactly I ended up here. I do remember I was investigating some ancient ruins, and then there was a blinding flash. I doubt it was a coincidence, though, there has to be a reason for me to be here. And something tells me I won't be so happy to know it.

As I walk across the prairie a feeling of nostalgia takes hold of my heart. There was so much pain and grief, but also so much happiness to be shared among my brothers and sisters in arms. We led such simple lives in here, always focused on facing the forces of Chaos and protecting our goddess.

Indeed it was a foolish goal, but our bonds gave us strength and a good reason to be alive. Shame it took me so much time to realize that, but at least I learned the lesson. Now I realize that I miss them, the friends from other worlds I met in this one, and deep inside hope they'll all show up and call me to yet another stupid mission.

Will you look at me. My time in this place really changed me, perhaps even more than I do realize. However, despite how much I'd enjoy meeting again my friends, the only one feeling the wind that blows through the grass is me. And then I finally realize that something is amiss.

I couldn't feel it before, probably because I was being so nostalgic, but there is a sense of dread lingering around. Even though Chaos was defeated, something is wrong with this world. Could it be that an even great threat arose? That was one possibility and, if true, would explain the reason I was summoned here yet again.

At any rate, that's just another mission. Even though I'm completely alone and have no knowledge about what happened here during the time I was gone, I'm not afraid. There is something I must do, or rather, someone I must meet at all costs. Before that happens I will mow down any enemy that stands in front of me.

I keep on walking, not sure of where to go. For now, let's see where my feet will take me. That was my intention, but a sudden disturbance on the wind forces me to stop. I can clearly see the fabric of reality cracking before me as someone comes through some sort of portal. A man with long, silver-white hair and an even longer katana. I recognize him as one of the enemies I faced in this world so long ago, and his name comes back to my memory just as his face shows an evil grin. I'm certain he recognizes me as well.

Yet again I'm called to this world to fight.