Tell The Lady Of The Wood [Final Fantasy XII - Prologue] That I Am Hers No Longer

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A voice called in grievance amongst the trees, beautiful women with snow white hair of cloud stood irascibly before one of their own. Heels clattered against the hardwood floor, the maunder ending immediately. "You what will happen once you leave the protection of the Wood, young Fran. A Viera who leaves the safety of the Lady Wood are Viera no longer," the black clad woman shifted her weight to one leg, resting her palm on her hip.

"Then let it be so. The Viera may begin as part of the Wood, but it is not the only end that we may choose," Fran turned around and walked through the Wood. Turning her back on her people, turning her back on her village, turning her back on her past.

"Fran?" Fur tickled the lower back of Jote, who looked down in response. A young Viera clung to the leg of the elder woman.

"Forget of her, Erayna... (Ear-ray-nah) your only love is of the Lady Wood. She is among us no longer," Jote turned to her door, taking one last look at the young Viera, who was staring at the Wood's entrance. "She has a greater chance of leaving now that Fran is no longer with us. She may go in search of her love, this has not yet been certain, My Lady. Yet, maybe she will learn from Fran's mistake and become a stronger being. She will be out last line of defense in our village. We must keep her safe... Lady Wood," Jote pushed the door of the hollow tree open and stepped inside.

"Fran? Where have you gone? Where will you go?" Erayna stared at the Wood's entrance, waiting for the Wood's voices to give her answers. The Wood was all knowledgeable, yet it did not foresee Fran's departure. Maybe, the Wood was not the all knowing power she was meant to believe it was. Possibly, Fran had believed this too, and has gone in search of the Real Truth.