A/N: It's an idea that came up a few days ago. I tried writing it out to see how it would go. It's worth a shot. Let me know what you think.
Spoilers for the A route in Chapter 4! It's about the two options Valmur is given by Lenneth when he meets with her. What if he doesn't choose to be reunited with his kin?
Dialogue isn't exact because I can't remember the exact words. And there isn't a video I can go reference. I don't think. The only ones I can find are in Japanese and it's not that helpful. Also, VP: CotP is the first Valkyrie Profile game I've played, so if there is inconsistencies, that's why.
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-Haunting-
"You can haunt him for the rest of his life or you can become an einherjar."
"To become an einherjar, is that salvation?" To fight for the rest of my life? Can that really be salvation?
"Some would call it salvation. However, that is for you to decide."
Is she really giving me a choice? The tales are told that the Valkyrie would steal the souls of strong warriors. And yet the battle maiden is giving me a choice. I wonder, is it the families that lose their loved ones that make these tales until the whole land believes them? She definitely isn't taking my soul against my will. Her eyes show no cunning to persuade me to become an einherjar.
Below me my beaten, lifeless, blood drenched, crumpled body lies. In places I can see bone showing through the skin, between the torn armour. I close my eyes. It leaves me unsettled. I can imagine my stomach retching at such an unusual sight of seeing yourself dead, yet I don't actually feel my stomach. I can feel the sickness but not the actual physical reaction. It seems being dead or being a soul as I am now, will not allow it. I can barely remember the pain of the swords cutting through my armour or the burns from the magic of the magicians. In a way, I'm thankful that I can no longer feel it. Without a body, I barely feel like I'm here.
However, my 'heart' 'pangs' when I recall why my body is such a state. Why I can't actually feel the chills of the river nearby my body. Why I can't feel the wind.
Fauxnel. It's really your doing isn't it? I feel that I can forgive you, because I beieve you're my friend and there was a good reason, a very very good reason, why I'm dead. Yet, when I look below me, I wonder, are you really my friend? What if I'm just some pawn? Would you really allow your friend to be butchered? All that time I spent aoround you, reading books and just simply spending time together, was it all an act? If I were to go with the Valkyrie now, I know I would not have the answers I seek.
I look back into her eyes. She is truly a battle maiden-the look in eyes defines her. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes. She already knows my answer.
"I can not go with you. While it may end my journey in these lands, I must-I can not go yet." I need to settle things with Fauxnel.
She closes her eyes. Her wings extend outward as she rises to the sky. She speaks softly, "While you are not bound to be beside him at all times, you are not free to be a country away from him." The Valkyrie gradually fades into the clouds, "You will exist as long as he still draws breath. I wish you luck, Valmur."
To follow Fauxnel for the rest of his life-'haunting' Faunxel. No. Fauxnel would call that stalking. I shiver at the thought. I would rather call it companionship and making amends than 'stalking' or haunting'.
On the ground, a few white feathers cover my corpse. Slowly they fade away.
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A/N: I kind of have ideas of where the story COULD go from here. Might continue depending if there's interest or if I can figure out some kind of plot.