**kk, the story is officially over, so if you're happy with where I left it, you don't need to read this (although I'd really rather you did, so you can review it!!! J )**
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The swirling, pink tinged clouds peaked and dropped, in any and every way imaginable, even possible. It was impossible; but aesthetic. It was not disputed; it simply was. It had wings, tiny, golden wisps of cloud fluttering at its sides, shining against the silver and gold, iridescent azure of the endless sky above. The eyes looked upwards into the hazy distance, and had the effervescent feeling of looking down, rather than looking up.
The woman rose, and stood regally there, wreathed in this aura of mist and cloud. She had a perpetual air of elegance and beauty; the sun was woven into her hair, the moonlight shone in her eyes, and the pearls of raindrops were her jewels. She stood, and she shone, and the starry diamonds that twinkled in her hair grew bright, and the spangles of comets in her robe came alive, and in that one moment, the orchestration of her beauty reached a climax. A shimmering window opened before her, a window edged with every colour possible, and a few that were not possible, and she bent her graceful head and tossed her golden tresses, and stared lovingly through the window with those limpid, melted eyes that radiated immortality. No mortal could look like this, and no mortal ever would.
She opened the window, and looked through the sky and skies above it into the world she had helped, the people who had survived the lost generation. She soared, became a bird, and swooped down to watch…through time, backwards, forwards…just those moments which mattered…
Her glittering dove's eyes first fell upon a small child, playing near a crystalline stream in the meadows. She flew down and nestled by the stream, and tears of happiness and affection shone in her small eyes. The child was tanned and bronzed, small and delicate; her green eyes were warm, and had depth, not the glass marble eyes of evil, but she had the confidence and bravery, the bravery that emanated from her every move; the bravery of a cowboy.
The small girl stood, suddenly, and ran towards a flower growing, solitary by the side of the stream. She knelt beside it and plucked it, folding outwards the silky petals, smelling the delicate, pollen centre. In the misty distance, her parents watched, and smiled, and loved eachother, and the air was warm and heavy with their love, for the child and for eachother.
The dove flew away again, over the plains, over the shimmering sea, backwards and forwards through time…through the windows and a young couple lay in eachother's arms, together in the dark night. Her black hair mingled on the pillow with his, and for a second they were one person, limbs entwined, forever joined. A ring glimmered on her hand, barely visible between the folds of the sheets. The facets, the many facets gleamed, and the tiny piece of gold leaf inside was his life, and hers, joined for an eternity in the heart of the stone.
The dove smiled, through her golden goddess' beak, and had a sudden, revelationary glimpse of a young man, with stiff, spiked blonde hair, his fists failing powerfully, a determined expression on his face. He was pursuing his dream. He would make it; once he had learned everything. He could; and he would. She would make it so. These seven belonged together; belonged together in this world which needed them all.
Another vision crossed through her mind, and her feathers ruffled slightly. The grave, which was never filled. The coffin, emptied of all trace. And the white dove flew away again, towards her final destination.
The sapphire eyes; the dark, determined ones. His strong hand reached up to stroke her hair, which fell in curtains by the sides of her face. One long strand partially covered a thin, shiny burn down the side of her cheek.
She smiled, and extended a white-gloved hand. She was glowing with a sense of her own prettiness, the white, pure dress. They'd kept it simple; something homely, something – special to both of them. They'd all been invited, of course…she couldn't believe she was still alive. She had been dead, but the spell had been broken, and she was free, to rejoin – her knight. He smiled into her eyes and said those fateful words. They leaned together, his hand cool on the back of her neck.
Their lips touched. They were joined forever. Nothing, and nobody could separate them again.
History was complete.
Hyne smiled down from heaven and blossomed from the dove to her regal goddess standing. The lives of Seifer Almasy, Quistis Trepe, Squall Leonheart, Rinoa Heartilly, Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, and of course…Zell Dincht…they were all complete. Wonderfully complete. She loved them all, and they loved eachother. Love – the only thing which meant anything. It could revive, it could kill. It was important.
Light years away, the spirit and soul of the defeated Ultimecia floated away, far away, to another world, another universe, another generation. She would be there, she may reincarnate, she may not. It was another life, another Ultimecia. Her Griever was embodied within her, and they made their solitary, abandoned way towards life, determined…determined to fight. They had no bodies; they were helpless.
Yet they were alive.
What would happen?
Who knows?
THE END
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