Chapter 3: Adapting

This place was not heaven I was sure in fact of that. It was more of a dark utopia engulfed by dark waters. No signs of human activity besides my own but that leaves me questioning myself, "Who built this place?" .The buildings look as if they were unattended to as if no one was bothering to live here. Despite the place had a tranquil feeling it was inhabited by many creatures, none of much were friendly. I was lost, I was scared, I had to focus and just live on here.

Much changed about me within my time here…

I learned a lot, gained so much…

Nothing though has changed for this desolate place…

…...

Blood was splattered across my katana and the sandy beach flooring. Another kill for the day and another meal, I was learning through hunting.

I thought throughout my time here would be life changing and It was. I learned about this place within the 3-year span I've been here. The species here were indeed like the ones in the stories of The War of Transgression, they were the Feral creatures and they inhabited Valhalla alongside with the Eidolons. This place as much as I hated it for being so sullen was now what I call home, here I feel so free,alive, and get to hunt like never before despite that I've never really hunted before Valhalla, well their was the time I was stuck in the Gapra White-wood with all the other wild Feral creatures but that's a whole different situation. One thing that I never want to mention again and don't become carried away with.

Here in Valhalla I witnessed that physics did not apply to me, I could be in the most toughest situations with an Eidolon per-say and all the pain I could endure would just leave me with a simple gash and that was not even bad. I then noticed while falling airborne throughout Valhalla and next thing was waking up on the beach is that I survived that fall and then began to figure why this may be. When looking through the city I stumbled across a building it was a library filled with many books and probably had some info about Valhalla. Spending endless hours in this empty building I was reading through many archives and found out that death itself does not exist In Valhalla and neither did time's flow continue here.

I was soon falling into despair of this whole idea, staying here while just doing nothing but hunt in Valhalla and knowing that I couldn't die. It was pain and misery just itself taking a course through my body. I sat on the beach just looking at how far this endless sea expands to and then I knew this was finally all I needed, to just end it. I dashed for the ocean.

I was going far deep to the point that even trying to get back up to oxygen would be impossible, I felt what could be death's grip but probably was just my imagination and I saw a light and felt a burning sensation on my arm, on my L'cie brand. I was shot out through the water and taking a heavy fall to the beach where I once was, coughing up water. Regaining my balance I was staring face to face, it was here and it was furious with large metallic wings and blue glowing eyes, it was my Eidolon. I was in the presence of all fairytale creatures especially the most worst one, and now the fight to decide if I live or not was about to come.