I know its a small first chapter, but you know the saying, "a fan fic of 100,000 words begins with a single character."
Oh and if you've played final fantasy xiii-2 pretend like the events of it never happened. This story picks off after the events of final fantasy xiii
Careful What You Wish For
My dad…my dad, he didn't make it. He was crushed by a piece of falling debris when cocoon fell. I spent weeks searching for his body and just when I was about to give up, I found it under a giant concrete slab. I've never really been the same since I saw his broken, mangled body out of the rubble, since I lost him and everybody other person in my life. The funeral was six years ago, though I still feel like it was yesterday.
I'm all alone now, living in a small one-story home in the crystal city, or so they call the city that has sprung up under the crystal pillar. I work at a small technology company called the academy. It's a humble life that I have accepted long ago. I have accepted that I will die alone, filled with regret, wondering what I could have done to save Vanille.
I over exaggerate, of course, but there's some truth to that. Snow and Sazh left almost immediately after the fall. Sazh went to live with his son in a small farming village in the countryside somewhere. Snow went off somewhere near the ocean to build a new Boodhum.
Lightning didn't leave till later. She and I both lived near each other in the crystal city. We spent time together, hunting, talking, trying to move on. She became my only friend, and was the only other person at my dad's funeral. But we just started to drift apart over time. One day, she walked in carrying a couple of suitcases. She told me she was leaving to new Boodhum to live with her sister. We hugged goodbye and I haven't seen her since.
This brings me to the present with me living alone in a small house with no drive or reason to live. It feels like I'm stuck in park and I can't quite shift into drive. It's funny, when I was fugitive sleeping on the cold hard ground eating crap day after day with no hope of living longer than another month, I still liked it better than I do. I remember one day on grand pulse I went off alone and prayed to someone; god, the maker, the universe, I don't really know, but I prayed to live longer than a year and to make it out of the situation I was in. Now that I have gotten out of it, all I wish was that I was there, when I was with friends, with Vanille. I wish that I once again had a purpose in life. At least that's what I wish for when I blow out my candles for my 20th birthday all alone.