Chapter 9

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Back at the village, everyone was ecstatic. It took a while for Meyneth to calm them down.

"These young children, watch over them but remember, their lives are for them to control."

"Lady Meyneth, please stay with us. Your presence is greatly needed. These children would benefit from your guidance," a Machina suddenly shouts.

"No ... don't depend on me. Break through destiny with your own hands, and build your own reality! ... Please remember, we are writers of our own story - our own lives. Your children deserve that. They deserve their own story. It's true that our actions are what we write to say what we're unable to say. Our dreams are what we write to give ourselves strength. What we write to be the people we are not. What we write to explore all the things we're afraid of ...

But even when there is no hope ... no promise, you cannot impose this hopelessness onto your children.

So ... I wish not to impose my presence onto your lives any further ... I know you can do it. As for me, one day I'll perish for the children of Mechonis ... and Bionis, but I wish to do so for all of you."

"Lady ... Meyneth ... " The Machina were about to protest, but they heard her sense of sadness and urgency that she was serious.

"Please remember, that then and now, what we protect should never change ... Our family and friends.

When there are tears, cry together ...
When there is distress, worry together ...
If you're truly their friend, when your friend goes down the wrong path and destroys your friendship, you shall stop them.

So my last request to you all is to please, if possible, try to assist the Heir of the Monado and his friends ... They will defy Zanza, for I can't do so anymore ... As well, flee to Bionis, before the Mechonis falls."

Light starts to emit from Meyneth: "It seems like I have to go back now ... Everyone be strong. Take care and ... goodbye."

Meyneth bows to them before vanishing. This abrupt yet sad reunion made them all wonder what Lady Meyneth knew was to about to come.

(*Fiora. I can't stay out too long, can I? ... My apologies.*)