Epilogue
Nida felt a warm, north eastern breeze ruffle through his locks and caress his face like a long lost lover. It carried the smell of this springtime, and a thousand spring times before it.
His chocobo warbled happily as it felt the warm noon time sun on its feathers, welcoming the spring time in all it's glory.
Nida urged his chocobo into a run, feeling his heart begin to pound faster with the anticipation of a potential confrontation. 'Rinoa might be here; then I'll take her back to the Commander. I won't be known as the SeeD that didn't cut it now! I'll show them, and I don't need to defeat a sorceress to do so!' Nida thought to himself.
The chocobo seemed to wark in agreement, then sped up, hurtling toward certain adventure and filled with the gravity and joy of being alive.
Nida felt his pulse begin to race even faster as he spotted the squat stone building that served as Edea's orphanage.
When he got closer, Nida dismounted his chocobo and ran around to the back of the building, hearing the shocked voices of several children and Edea trying to usher them into the house.
The children were just stock still, gazing at something out in the distance. Nida turned around to look where they were gazing, as was almost overwhelmed by the dizzying feeling of deja vu.
But all he saw was flowers, an endless field of flowers.
* * * * *
Hyne sat upon her throne, gazing at the ever-changing kaleidoscope that was human life. She was concentrating on one figure in particular.
Hyne saw Nida shake his head in bitter disappointment when he found out that Rinoa hadn't been there at all; Seifer had just played a cruel joke on Squall.
Hyne felt a pang of sadness in her chest. When Hyne had killed Adalia, she had erased her from this existence, totally removing her from the past and present.
Though Hyne had tried to console herself that was what Adalia had wanted, she could still remember the look of utter betrayal in Adalia's eyes as she slipped away.
Hyne knew she must now watch over Nida in Adalia's place, for it was the least she
could do to carry on Adalia's legacy, the legacy of love for a misunderstood soul.
Nida . . . he had always said that he never measured up, but what he didn't know was that when he did measure up, even the gods remembered. It was a tragedy that he didn't remember . . . for it would be as though it never happened.
Hyne slowly got up from her throne, and began to walk through her grand yet empty castle, humming a familiar tune . . .
"No matter where you've been
And no matter what you've done
I will always be here
Ad infinitum."
Fin
Nida felt a warm, north eastern breeze ruffle through his locks and caress his face like a long lost lover. It carried the smell of this springtime, and a thousand spring times before it.
His chocobo warbled happily as it felt the warm noon time sun on its feathers, welcoming the spring time in all it's glory.
Nida urged his chocobo into a run, feeling his heart begin to pound faster with the anticipation of a potential confrontation. 'Rinoa might be here; then I'll take her back to the Commander. I won't be known as the SeeD that didn't cut it now! I'll show them, and I don't need to defeat a sorceress to do so!' Nida thought to himself.
The chocobo seemed to wark in agreement, then sped up, hurtling toward certain adventure and filled with the gravity and joy of being alive.
Nida felt his pulse begin to race even faster as he spotted the squat stone building that served as Edea's orphanage.
When he got closer, Nida dismounted his chocobo and ran around to the back of the building, hearing the shocked voices of several children and Edea trying to usher them into the house.
The children were just stock still, gazing at something out in the distance. Nida turned around to look where they were gazing, as was almost overwhelmed by the dizzying feeling of deja vu.
But all he saw was flowers, an endless field of flowers.
* * * * *
Hyne sat upon her throne, gazing at the ever-changing kaleidoscope that was human life. She was concentrating on one figure in particular.
Hyne saw Nida shake his head in bitter disappointment when he found out that Rinoa hadn't been there at all; Seifer had just played a cruel joke on Squall.
Hyne felt a pang of sadness in her chest. When Hyne had killed Adalia, she had erased her from this existence, totally removing her from the past and present.
Though Hyne had tried to console herself that was what Adalia had wanted, she could still remember the look of utter betrayal in Adalia's eyes as she slipped away.
Hyne knew she must now watch over Nida in Adalia's place, for it was the least she
could do to carry on Adalia's legacy, the legacy of love for a misunderstood soul.
Nida . . . he had always said that he never measured up, but what he didn't know was that when he did measure up, even the gods remembered. It was a tragedy that he didn't remember . . . for it would be as though it never happened.
Hyne slowly got up from her throne, and began to walk through her grand yet empty castle, humming a familiar tune . . .
"No matter where you've been
And no matter what you've done
I will always be here
Ad infinitum."
Fin