Guys, this story is not as you thought. The title does not say it all. It's about Lightning's return. So…yeah…this is an awesome story I've made. I hope you like it!
The Pleasure Of Hope: Welcome Home Part 1
Lightning walked in unknowing of her welcome. The door was lit by the lights of the moon. The house was dark inside considering the lights were off.
"Whose home? No one?" Lightning chuckled to herself.
"I'll wait or break in." She said as she chuckled to herself again.
The welcoming home wasn't very big and Lightning wanted to see her little sister, Serah, and some other friends. Will Hope be there too? Hard to tell. Is this how it will end up alone in the darkness of the pitch black of the night. Only stars and the big, bright moon above to light Lightning's way. The hope was little, but pleasure of it was a bit of delight. To even have it was a gift. She wanted to greet her sister and give her blessings again, but with no one home, it was dull. Much so, lonely for the ex-solider/goddess. One must be not alone for hope to come, but that was a myth to Lightning.
"I wish them to come back safely." Lightning prayed and hoped under the lit sky and darkness.
No more fighting. Just rest for the warrior. Suddenly, the lights went on and then the door rushed open as a figure stand before it with its arms out. Lightning didn't know the figure because the lights blinded her a bit, but when it spoke it knew she knew it's voice. "Welcome home, sis!" the figure said softly and excitedly.