He was holding her close, feeling her body trembling so wildly that it shook his own despite the strange lethargy spreading through his limbs. A horrible numbness made it hard for him to hold her, but all the same he kept his arms wrapped firmly about her waist in a strong embrace that he didn't want to break. He buried his face against her neck, feeling the tickle of her hair and inhaling her scent to keep himself grounded. Her tears splashed against his skin, causing his voice to be hoarse when he whispered soothingly into her tapered ear, "Thank you... for everything..."

"I won't say farewell. I won't say it." She whispered back tightly, her fingers digging into his clothing, clinging desperately in response to his words. Though she didn't draw away to show him her face, he knew her tears were flowing faster now. Pressing her face against his chest, she let him squeeze her tighter while her hold on him increased to the point of pain. Though her voice shook as badly as her body when she spoke there was a fierce vehemence to it that he savoured nonetheless when she murmured into his chest, "I love you."

"I love you, too... More than anything." He believed those words as he answered her fierce declaration with a soft one of his own, and that feeling of numbness continued to spread even as he fought it back. It was coming from his chest, slowly but surely seeping into his limbs, and though she was pressed so tightly against his body he suddenly felt cold. Seeking more of her warmth, he nuzzled deeply into her hair and nearly picked her clean off the ground in his effort to hold her closer. Something was happening to his body that he couldn't escape, and the realization that his time was coming to a close made his throat tight even as he whispered quietly, "I... I have to go..."

She must have felt his hold weakening on her even as he tried so hard to double the pressure, and she groaned softly as if it hurt her to have him slackening. Yet all the same she pulled back to let him see her face, to see the tears burning painfully in her shining emerald eyes, and it broke his heart as he saw the love and agony at war in her expression. Yet he knew his own face had to be a mirror of hers, but her courage surprised him when she simply nodded and whispered, "I know."

"You'll bring me home." It wasn't a promise but merely a declaration of fact, and he released her waist with one arm to bring it up so he could stroke away a line of tears on her cheek. She leaned into his hand, pressing her lips against his open palm, and despite the cold inching through his blood he felt the spark of her warm tenderness even in the midst of her agony. She never let her gaze move from his, keeping him grounded, keeping him locked to her as he repeated firmly, "I know that you'll bring me home."

"I will never stop waiting. I will never stop searching." She stood on tiptoe, raising her hands and curling them tightly in his hair before she pulled him down to kiss him. He had no defence against her passion, yet his body wouldn't let him respond with the hunger her touch ignited within his sluggish blood. As if knowing that he wanted to answer her but couldn't, she increased her own fire, parting his lips with her tongue and delving inside his mouth, wrenching a surprised groan from him despite his lack of reaction. All too quickly though she was pulling away, her tears having now transferred to his cheeks as she murmured brokenly against his lips in an answer to his declaration, "Until the end of time..."

"Until the end of time." He repeated quietly, knowing that it wasn't merely a romantic statement, but one of honest truth. Time had no meaning to her, and if the world crumbled and fell apart while she waited for his return, she would not notice. He felt the same, though his time did not run on the same axis as her own did.

His limbs felt rubbery and weak, no longer answering his mental commands to move, to squeeze and hold, and that numb feeling began to penetrate his very blood and bone. He was aware of his arms about her waist, but he couldn't feel her body underneath that hold. Though the thought frightened him, made him sick with anger and despair, he pushed a smile to his lips as he leaned down and touched his forehead to hers. "I will keep my promise... No matter what it costs... Even if I have to take down every single one of the gods to make it happen, I will come back to you. Nothing will keep me from returning."

"I believe you." She whispered hoarsely, and he had to kiss her again as he saw the desperate belief in her eyes. She didn't believe him simply because she wanted to, but because she needed to. Even if it turned out to be a lie, if she didn't hold onto the thought that he was telling her the truth, she would simply shatter from the agony. He knew that, and so he kissed her as that numb feeling suddenly vanished, taking with it the body he had been trying so hard to hold together. Like smoke on the wind he felt his legs disappear, and he had time to see her face and engrave her tear-stained expression into his memory as he repeated his promise to her with lips that no longer existed.

"I will come back."

He woke to voices were speaking somewhere above him, one the soft and airy tone of a girl and the other a sterner, deeper tone of a man. It took him a moment to recognize their voices, to understand their speech, and his heart stopped beating inside of his chest for a frightening instant as a strange sense of both familiarity and panic went through him. Hadn't he been in this situation before? It seemed all too nostalgic, and he became aware of an odd prickling go down his spine as the two continued above him, their tones worried and uncertain. He was aware of his body feeling heavy and sluggish, and little pinpricks of pain spoke of wounds that were not fresh yet not healed, but he ignored it as he tried to focus on the conversation going on while he struggled to find the muscles necessary to open his eyes.

The girl's voice was quiet, pinched, and the soft sound of fabric moving told him that she was fluttering about rather than standing still, as if she had too much nervous energy to remain stiff. Grass crunched lightly underfoot as she danced to and fro, but the sound was light in testament to her small size. He could easily picture her wringing her hands, her young face twisted into an unbecoming frown on lips that were better suited to smiling as she murmured, "Chrom, we have to do something..."

The answer came from a little bit further away and from a still source, proving the male was standing still and not too much taken to nervous shifting. In contrast to his female partner's worried tone, he sounded almost placid, but there was a tinge of deeper concern in his deep voice that he didn't bother to try and hide. He answered her with a logical question, one that would have made him sound uncaring if it wasn't for the kindness that came naturally from his tone, "What do you propose we do?"

The reply caught the girl off guard as she began to stammer in confusion, and while she was spluttering for an answer, he found his eyes and pried them open. The bright sun overhead blinded him, making it difficult to see the two figures who immediately leaned down over him when they saw him waking. It took him a long moment of blinking to clear his vision and adjust to the afternoon's hot glow, and his breath sucked in sharply as the recognition was confirmed by the picture of the two standing just in front of him.

Chrom and Lissa stood side by side, both smiling warm and naturally as they watched him waking up and shaking his head to clear the sleep and confusion from his brain. They leaned down further as one, their gazes gentle and calm as Chrom began with a hint of laughter ringing in his deep voice, "I see you're awake now."

Confusion registered in his mind and on his face, and uncertainty changed the prickling in his spine to a cold splinter. The words and position of what was happening were more than familiar to him, and it robbed him of thought and action as he looked from one smiling face to the next, unsure and lost as he tried to get his bearings. Lissa's smile broadened as he looked at her, and a tinge of mischief quirked her upper lip even as her grey-blue eyes remained soft and tender when she giggled, "Hey there."

That same expression now moved to Chrom's face, and the feeling of clawing doubt and painful fear vanished as that familiar look of fraternal care took the place of easy compassion. As the expression of confusion faded from his face to be replaced by a small smile, Chrom's own widened as he scolded with an easy chuckle and a playful light dancing in his dark eyes, "There are better places to take a nap than on the ground you know."

Then he was extending his hand as Lissa moved back to give them room, and now that the trio were all truly aware of what was happening, Chrom's tone became rich with old emotion and good humour that lit up his expression. His dark navy-blue eyes were bright and warm, full of both relief and happiness, and Lissa's smile was so bright that it easily eclipsed the sun. She was trying to contain her laughter and failing miserably, but Chrom ignored her as he held out his hand and repeated the four words that had begun the journey so long ago, "Give me your hand."

His sleeve fell back as he raised his arm, and he had a pulse of shocked wonder flood him as the rich violet symbol he was so used to seeing on the back of his right hand simply failed to be there. His flesh was unmarred by the brand, now leaving him with an empty hand that showed no sign of the connection to the Fell Dragon that had once chained him down in both body and spirit. He had no time to study the unblemished skin as Chrom's hand closed over it and pulled him up in one smooth movement. The two stood together for an instant, then Chrom nodded his head as he clapped him on the shoulder and spoke quietly, sincerely, "Welcome back. It's over now, Cail."

Cail closed his eyes as the statement that was so simple rocked him to the core and set him free in a way nothing else ever could. He had defied the odds, the prediction of the Divine Dragon, and managed to keep his promise in one fell sweep. His hand was naked as he had so many times wished it could be, and for the first time in his recent memory, he felt completely and utterly unchained. Chrom's hand tightened gently on his shoulder, a reassuring and kind gesture, and he opened his eyes to smile with unrestrained cheer as he answered him simply, "I'm home, Chrom."

With a loud laugh, Chrom tugged him forward and embraced him in a fierce bear-hug that Cail happily returned with chuckles of his own. Lissa giggled cheerfully at their brotherly actions, but her laughter turned into a shocked squeal as Cail turned from Chrom's embrace and picked her clean off her feet to hug her, too.

Throwing dignity to the wind, Lissa giggled uncontrollably as she wrapped her arms tightly about her friend's shoulders and squeezed him tight. He spun her about in a quick circle before setting her back down, and he tweaked her left twintail impudently as he tried to scold her through his laughter, "You scared the living daylights of me, waking me up like that! For a second I thought I'd gone back in time or something!"

"Hey, don't look at me! It was Chrom's idea, not mine!" Lissa immediately shot back, pointing at her brother as she threw him to the dogs without a second's hesitations. To her inward delight, Chrom went pale and shook his head in denial as Cail turned on him with a scowl.

Cail playfully drew back his fist and punched his friend gently in the chest, and Chrom laughed as he took the blow like a champion. The two brothers embraced again, fierce and glad in their relief to see each other once more, but Cail went ramrod stiff as his gaze over Chrom's shoulder focussed on two figures standing a little bit away from the clearing where he had been awakened once again. His breath caught in his throat and his heart began to pound wildly, and Chrom released him with a knowing smile and a gentle nod. His voice was warm as he pat Cail's shoulder again and nodded towards the knight and the smaller woman who was standing with him, "Go on. She's missed you more than we have, you know."

Cail wasn't sure how to react to that, and his heart throbbed as he felt himself frozen. He could see her expression clearly, she and Frederick were really only a good stone's throw away from him, and the mixture of love, pain and relief in her striking emerald eyes took his breath away. Words caught in his throat and his feet refused to move, and though he knew time must have passed since he had delivered the killing strike, it still seemed like only yesterday that he was holding her through the night, whispering repeated promises against her ear as they refused to let each other go.

He watched as Frederick put a gentle hand on her slim shoulder, and he spoke quietly and politely to her. She didn't look up at the blue-armoured knight, but rather kept her eyes trained on the dark ones fixed on hers. She answered with a little shake of her head, and Frederick chuckled before he stepped back deferentially. For a moment awkward hesitation ruled, neither sure who had the right to move first or break the silence, but it all ceased to matter when Cail felt his lips pulling back into an honest and tender smile.

Cail wasn't sure who broke the ice encasing their feet first, but he did know he had thought he'd reached her first only to catch her in his arms as she all but threw herself into his embrace with a broken cry of agonized joy. His arms wrapped tightly about her, driving the breath from her, but her hold was just as fierce as she buried her face in his chest. Nuzzling into her fragrant hair as her fingers dug desperately into the thick material of his cloak, Cail inhaled the soothing scent of honeysuckle as he whispered raggedly into her tapered ear, "Tiki... Tiki, I'm back..."

A quiet sob escaped the ancient manakete at his words, and he was aware of warm tears dampening the front of his shirt as she clung to him. Tenderly running his hand down the length of her hair, he ushered her more into his embrace and she went willingly until it was impossible to get any closer. She was shivering with suppressed emotion, trying so desperately to hold herself together, and words seemed so painfully trite that she wasn't sure how to answer him.

Several greetings raced through her mind, but she discarded them all as they came, knowing that no words would do her emotions justice. She was too happy, too angry, too relieved to put anything into words. Instead of speaking she drew slightly away, meeting his gaze to show him the tears burning in her emerald eyes before she released him and curled her hands about his collar. He had no time to speak as she yanked him down the last few inches that separated their height and claimed his lips with her own in a fierce kiss.

Forgetting that Chrom, Frederick and Lissa were all watching, Tiki curled her fingers in his hair and held him possessively against her as his hands tightened their grip on her body. He growled against her mouth in satisfaction, parting her lips with his tongue and delving inside to taste her as if he hadn't had the chance to do so in years. Fire burned in her veins rather than blood, and she savoured the passion that she had been without as she'd searched for him. She wanted to breathe him in, to hold him tight until he simply melted into her, and only a small shred of sanity and propriety held her desires in check.

They drew away together, gasping for breath and trying to remember that they had a laughing audience not several feet away from them. Sighing shakily as his knees threatened to buckle, Cail gently untangled his hands from her body and cupped her face and slowly, sweetly, brushed away the tears that streaked her creamy skin. She closed her eyes, holding her breath as his thumbs moved methodically down the salty trails, and he kissed her forehead as he whispered in a voice tight with love and pain, "I'm so sorry I made you wait... I'm back... and I'm never leaving you again..."

Tiki's reaction was so unexpected that Cail simply had no defence for it as she moved her left leg between his and tripped him as she had so many times in the past during their sparring sessions. He landed hard on his back, his breath escaping him in a painful gasp as those wounds he had felt earlier roared in displeasure at the rough treatment. He had no time to speak as she followed him down without hesitation, gripping at his collar and pinning him to the ground. Her eyes spat fire and her expression was fierce and deadly, and for half an instant he wondered if she would take out her dragonstone and simply smite him where he lay. Only a handful of times had he seen her well and truly furious, and it was a gross understatement to say she scared him when she lost her well-held temper.

Tiki's hands trembled as she held his collar, and her voice was a dangerous snarl that would have sent any creature with a survival instinct running for their den, "Six months you made me wait, you dastard. Six long and horrible months." The curse surprised him, truthfully it shocked her, but she didn't care about her use of language she never had used before as she berated him with every ounce of the tangled heat that had made her nights long and cold and the days painful and lonely. She had never thought half a year would be an eternity to one who had lived through three millennia, but every single day had been a decade, and every week a century as she waited and searched for him. "If you ever leave me again, the gods will not be able to protect you. No place on this planet will hide you from my wrath. If I have to hunt you down and chain you to me in order to keep you, I will happily do so, do you understand?"

Cail smiled as he raised his hand from the grass and gently brushed his fingers along her reddened cheek. She was trembling still, fighting the fury, the grief that made her want to yell when she was only hissing, and he settled his hand on the back of her neck and pulled softly. She resisted him for only a moment, but her hold slackened on his collar and she relented and he sat up underneath her and took her firmly into his arms once more. Turning his face once more against her ear, he gave her a warm squeeze as she curled her arms about his shoulders and held on tight, "I'm not going anywhere. So chain me up, Tiki. I'm yours."

"Don't tempt me to take you up on that offer." Tiki murmured against his neck as she held onto him tightly, savouring the reassuring warmth of his embrace and the ticklish sensation of his breath on her ear. The sharp scent of steel and parchment flooded her senses and made her dizzy, but she inhaled greedily and refused to let go. She'd missed him terribly, and having him back was a sweet kind of torment. Closing her eyes and wishing time would simply halt, she buried her face against his shoulder and whispered weakly, "I've missed you so sorely, Cail..."

The pain in her voice made him wince, and he tightened his hold on her as guilt gnawed away at his heart. He knew he would hurt her, there had been no way to avoid it, but no amount of logic made him feel better about opening a wound in her. He nuzzled against her again before drawing away, and he kissed her softly on the lips before muttering into her kiss, "I'm sorry."

Tightening her hold on him, she shook her head and scowled dangerously as she pressed her forehead to his and stared challengingly into his eyes. He knew what she would say and she didn't disappoint him as she repeated the words she had told him when he'd apologized for the decision that tore her apart the night before the battle had taken place. "Don't apologize. Don't you dare apologize. You knew just as well as I did why it had to be done... and I love you for the altruism that drove you to do it. You're here now, and that's all that matters. You kept your word. Let that be enough."

"And you called me an optimist..." Cail sighed and he squeezed her once more as he let her have the final word. She deserved that much, and honestly, he didn't much want to argue. She was right about what mattered, and if he had her in his arms, then the rest of the world could fall away from him.

He could have honestly sat there with her in his lap, holding her tight for hours, but Chrom and Lissa weren't so patient, or unforgiving. Chuckling and shaking his head, Chrom placed his hands on his hips and looked for all the world like a parent ready to scold his child while trying to keep a straight face. He remarked with a huge grin that spread across his face from ear to ear and removed months of toil, worry and war from his expression, "Are you two going to just sit like that for the rest of the day, or are we going to get going home? If you want to be in Southtown by nightfall, we'll have to start moving."

Blushing to the tops of her pointed ears, Tiki became aware once more than she and her husband were not alone and that she had to have made quite the spectacle of herself, throwing him to the ground and all but yelling at him. Hiding her face in the front of his chest, she cursed her inability to restrain herself, but inwardly, both the woman and dragon that dwelt in her blood was practically purring in contentment. Her husband was home, and she had him back in her arms, and that was worth more than any embarrassment.

Cail, on the other hand, simply heaved a sigh and looked up as he rested a hand protectively, possessively on top of Tiki's head. He shot a half-hearted glare at the smiling Chrom and giggling Lissa, and he grumbled with melodramatic grumpiness, "Aw, go away, will you? Can you not leave a happy couple in peace? What's the matter with you?"

Tiki giggled despite herself, and as he and Chrom bantered good-naturedly, she let herself relax. Though she was loathe to let him go, she knew it best and slowly, grudgingly, she loosened her hold on him. He watched her pull away with a hint of regret burning in his dark eyes, but he let her go and stand without him. He remained seated on the grass, smiling tenderly as he took her in, and with red cresting high in her cheeks, she smiled before offering him her hand as Chrom had done before.

Reaching with that now-naked hand, Cail took a gentle grip of her wrist and squeezed as he felt her fingers returning his grip. For a moment they savoured their hands touching, the feeling of a ring pressing against warm skin, and then she tugged lightly on him to help him up. He ambled easily to his feet with her aid, and then he returned the tug to pull her back against him. She laughed lightly but came willingly, leaning against his chest and letting out the softest of sighs to prove her pleasure. Holding her gently with one arm, Cail turned to look at Chrom smiling at him before he asked conversationally, "Southtown?"

"Southtown." Chrom answered with a nod, and he tried to keep the amusement from his voice at the easy embrace he was watching. He'd known Cail was never stingy with his shows of affection to Tiki, and for her credit, the ancient manakete returned every single gesture with one of her own. Yet all the same, it never failed to be amusing when he watched the blushes rising in their faces when they realized they'd been caught stealing a moment or two. Trying to keep on task and not tease his tactician relentlessly as he wanted to, Chrom continued in a more serious tone, "I'll send a missive ahead to the castle saying that we've found you."

"Everyone has been searching for you, you know?" Lissa chimed in quietly, some of the good cheer fading from her voice as she remembered the grim and determined expressions that had coloured the faces of their comrades when the war had truly come to an end. No one had felt it proper to start their lives in peace, and though many had taken to the road with their spouse or friends, their goals had all been the same. "Nobody was willing to give up on you, right Frederick?"

The knight nodded solemnly, folding his hands behind his back and standing completely straight as Lissa addressed him with a little smile. Frederick well remembered the looks of angry stubbornness that had filled everyone's expressions when Chrom had expressed his belief in Cail's survival. No one was ready to give up on the silver-haired man who had led them to victory, and secured them peace. "Perfectly so, milady. We all believed with every ounce of our being that one day you would return to us, and were willing to scour the planet entire until we found you."

Cail shook his head a little, both exasperated and touched by the fierceness of his friends and their loyalty to him. It had been why he had been willing to put up his life for them, why he had been so happy to die if it meant securing them a happy future. Even against the worst odds they had come out strong together, and the bonds forged in the fires of battle were stronger than anything else imaginable. They had searched relentlessly, he could see it in their faces, and that vehement camaraderie tightened his chest. He felt Tiki nuzzle against his chest, sensing his mood and giving him comfort, and he ducked his head to kiss the top of her hair before he spoke quietly, sincerely, "Thank you."

"No, thank you. We wouldn't be living in peace without you. Though, I'm sure a handful of us are going to give you one hell of an earful once you arrive back home. You'll probably get thrown about a bit... again." Chrom admitted with a chuckle, and he glanced at Tiki who once more coloured and looked down awkwardly at her feet with a mixture of guilt and sheepishness. Cail didn't look bothered at all by the thought, though Chrom noticed he rolled his shoulders back almost like he was preparing himself both mentally and physically for more abuse.

The thought was a dark one, and he mused that Cail did look stiff, almost as if he was in pain somewhere but was trying to hide it. His clothes were ragged and unkempt, his usually messy hair looking even more tangled, and unless Chrom's eyes were deceiving him, his shirt and trousers had bloodstains. He almost looked exactly the same as he had appeared upon defeating Grima single-handedly before his body had vanished, and the memory made him wince a little.

Still, not one to let things lie, Chrom explained as he nudged Lissa and nodded towards the direction of the main road that would taker them north and to the bustling town that had been their first real step on their adventure more than three years past, "But first, Southtown. I'm tempted to just march straight to Ylisstol, and I know you probably want to get there too, but I think that'd be a bad idea. Speaking bluntly, you look like you need a healer, a good meal, and a long night's sleep. Preferably in that order. So we're going to Southtown, you'll rest and clean up, and then we can start heading home."

Cail pulled a face but both his mind and body knew Chrom was right. He was sore and tired, as if he hadn't just been asleep in the field, and he was rather looking forward to a night's sleep in the inn. Tiki leaned against him, and her voice was soft as she added her own opinion to Chrom's, "You do look haggard, my love. I'm as impatient as you to return home, but it'd be best not to push too fast. One night in a real bed will do you a world of good."

It was one thing to argue with Chrom, Lissa, or Frederick, but if Tiki was likewise against him he knew he had no defence. It didn't help that he was already pleased with the idea, and he sighed with half-hearted defeat. He did want to go home, but as they said, one night in a warm bed with good food in his stomach would go a long way into making the march to Ylisstol easy. Shaking his head, but smiling gently, he gave in with a chuckle, "All right, all right, you win. Southtown it is. I'm already looking forward to it."

Glancing north, Frederick took a quick measure of the distance to the town and the time. As Chrom had already jested, it would likely be sundown before the arrived at the destination, but the time could easily be shortened if they used a quick pace. However, as he glanced at the tactician who was holding tightly to his wife's hand, he mused that such a fast pace wouldn't do him good. Even though he was putting on a strong face, he looked physically and mentally exhausted. Turning to Chrom, he nodded towards the main road that was the straightest course to Southtown, "The main road shall be our course, milord?"

"This part of the country is quiet, so there's no need to fear the main road. And even if some unlucky group of rogues decides to jump us, it'll be their mistake." Chrom agreed with a nod, and he traded a devil-may-care smile with Cail as times of fighting bandits and ruffians passed through their memories. They were much more experienced than they used to be, and Chrom knew for a fact a regular pack of bandits would be hard-pressed to even so much as startle them. "There's little here that we need to fear. Let's just opt for the straightest path."

"Sounds like a plan to me. The quicker we get there, the better." Lissa clapped her hands in happy agreement, and she bounded off without hesitation towards the road. Laughing cheerfully, she spun about and skipped twice backwards as she opened her arms as if to embrace the air about her, "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Come on! It's not like we'll get there any faster if you guys keep standing about chattering!"

Shaking her head with fond amusement, Tiki glanced up at her husband and shared a happy smile with him. His dark eyes were bright and warm, and though he looked tired there was a certain freeness in him that she hadn't seen before. It was as if a great burden had finally been released from his shoulders, and squeezed his hand as the others moved to follow Lissa's laughing lead. Her voice was soft as he glanced down to meet her loving gaze, and she stood on tiptoe to embrace him once more, "Let's go home, Cail."

"Yeah... Let's go home..."

AN:

I've had several versions of a "coming home" idea, but this is the one I decided to settle on... and before I get a question as to where the hell Morgan is, don't worry! She shows up in the next chapter! -grin- And yes, you read that right. This is my multichaptered story. -laughing- It's mostly an adjustment kind of fic, and I'm not sure how long it'll be either. I'm thinking of tying it into some of my other ideas as well, but for now, it's just about Cail coming home, and readjusting to peace, married life, and perhaps... finding answers. :3

The first time I saw the ending, (or what I consider the "true ending"), I was like, "Wait, what? Why are they... HO WAIT, WHERE'S THE BRAND?!". Then after I was finished fangirling, I wondered why Chrom and Lissa played a deja vu scene for the tactician. (Easier to animate just a few extra scenes? Yes, that's why they did it, but leave me alone.) And I figured, well, why not prank them into wondering if they went back in time for a few seconds? It'd be something Lissa would do, at any rate. Of course, that'd be one scary thing for the tactician to wake up to, so I tried my best to have it both amusing yet somewhat frightening. I don't think it worked well, but... meh.

And Tiki. -happy squee- You all know at this point how much I love Tiki. I had a lot of fun imagining how she'd react to having him back. What's even more fun is imagining everybody's reaction to their spouse returning from an absence like that, and the long-term effects that would have one them. I mean, believing they'd be back is a definite must, but there still has to be those lingering traces of doubt and sadness for having them disappear in the first place. And it'd be a double-blow for the manaketes of the group, as such a separation would pretty much be like a sample of the loneliness they'll suffer when their husband actually does die in the future... -sighs- Why do the best relationships always have to have such an edge of tragedy in them?

Anywhosit, so this is the start of my fic, dubbed "A Third Journey", as coming home and starting life anew definitely is a third adventure for them. (The first being waking up and the Plegia war. The second being the Valm and Grima battles.) So, I'll be winging it half the time, laughing the other half, and just in general being a goof. Hopefully it works out!

Mood: Achey

Listening To: "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" - The Offspring

~ Sky