Chapter 4
Shadow stood finally, how long he had spent next to the field of flowers, he never could tell time anymore.
"Damian!" Shadow called out, but found no response. That was odd, Damian usually appeared when Shadow called him. "Damian!" he repeated.
"He won't come." A voice surprised him. He spun around, seeing a young woman emerge from the back of the church. She was beautiful, young. She was also short, maybe 5'3" if she was lucky. Her slim body was topped with shoulder length brown hair. She seemed to be examining him a moment, before beginning to step forward.
"Stop!" Shadow ordered her. She stopped, suddenly scared. She had dealt with him before, or at least in a way she had. She was relieved when he spoke again. "You'll step on the flowers." Looking down, she walked around them.
"You look confused." She said, stopping a few feet from Shadow.
"No, I'm angry." Shadow corrected. "This is a cruel trick of you to play Damian!"
"No, no Damian. I'm not a illusion, I am real." She said, reaching to touch him.
Shadow stepped back quickly, putting his guard up. "I... I'm no longer Damian. I may have been when I was born, but no longer."
"Then what is your name?" The woman asked.
"What's yours?" Shadow asked in return.
"If I tell you, will you tell me?"
"Sure."
"Very well, my name is Kira."
"Very well, Kira, what is it you want?" Shadow asked.
"First, your name?"
Shadow smiled. "Shadows don't have names."
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Lumarisa watched in horror as the the light faded. Before her stood Shadow, no longer encased in a statue, but living, breathing. Knowing she was at a disadvantage, she fled for the doors of the church. She was too late, he had been resurrected. Now the only thing she could possibly do was keep him away, far away from the doorway. Back inside the church, Shadow stretched his arms. He looked around, feeling lost in the strange new world. How long had he been gone? Suddenly, he recognized his surroundings. The church was very different, the walls repaired, the flowers gone, replaced by some sort of fountain. He felt sadness in the loss of Aerith's work, but excepted that it was unavoidable with time. Stepping down from the pedestal, he walked towards the exit, eager to see how the world had changed.