Chapter Seven: The Farplane

At last Hatsue had reached the place she had desired to go for such a long place, the one place where the soils of the dead can rest peacefully for eternity, the place where she can get answers, the Farplane. Since she had been offered to get a ride to Guadosalam through the transportation of Chocobo's she got there only a few hours later. Despite their appearances of only being large yellow birds, they could run faster than a cheetah. She felt as the wind brushed against her face, her long silky strands of black hair being blown back, her clothes being ruffled as the air escaped to sooth her body of the cold air, it was a relaxing and joyous ride.

Once she had arrived at the city, the sun already rised up, showing it was yet another day. Its hot bright rays burned the top coating of her skin causing for it to become red and burn. Despite her getting no sleep, she knew she had to go to the Farplane once she had the chance too, there was no other reason why she wanted to go to this city as fast as she can. She looked up the hill she was standing upon, looking at the temple built around the Farplane to praise that the dead lives there. With a smile on her face she began to walk up the hill. Her friends, Lela and Ryun, had checked into the Inn to get some rest and will spend most of their day exploring, most likely.

"You wish to enter the Farplane?" A Guado man said who was standing by the doorway of the temple. Hatsue looked at him straight in the eye with a weak smile on her face.

"Yes I do." She responded back, not bothering to introduce herself formally like she usual. Being anticipated to finally get a chance to see her parents after so many years and to speak of them. She had so many questions to ask, so many things to be explained. She was just filled up with anxiousness the rest for the world did not matter to her.

"Remember, this is a sacred place. Do not disturb anyone." Saying this as he opened the door leading to the Farplane. Hatsue had a weak smile on her face and just nodded, to show she understood what he said. Walking through the doors she had entered a long narrow hallway. Which had hundreds of steps, which seemed to lead to some vortex.

The vortex consisted of many colors, like it was like a rainbow, the colors of the Pyreflies. This was to entrance to the actual Farplane. Climbing up these steps, her stomach began to empty out like all the food she had stored evaporated, she began to realize what is she going to say to her parents and how is she going to react to having to process the information they have to give her? It past more than ten years since the last time she had seen them, and she didn't have the ability to communicate with them back then. This was her first time of actually talking to them. She felt nervous, but she sucked it up and began to walk through the vortex.

A strange feeling entered Hatsue's body as she went through the vortex, ir seemed to have sucked up her body and made it seem like she was floating on air, like she was not a real person on Spira anymore, but actually one of the Pyreflies just wanting to contact others. Then it had transported her body, rather her soul, to this area of where the dead can rest.

Looking at the magnificent, yet horrifying sight, she had finally reached the Farplane. It was an isle she was standing on top of, which was floating in mid air. The isle was made out of complete rock, like it was a chunk of the mountain. Surrounding the floating isle was great waterfalls, which had thousands of tons of water cascading down the creeks to a never-ending pit. The water roared as it crashed upon each droplet, like she was in the middle of a reservoir. It was a true beauty, looking at the great white water flow down; it gave a gentle aura to the air. "Water is life's source." Hatsue said to herself as she looked at the waterfalls. The sky was a peach pastel color, like there was no sun, but something else made the color in the sky. Clouds, of the brightest white, was scattered in the endless space. There was no air, there was nothing for her to breathe, and this place had defied the laws of gravity, truly a spectacular place.

No other person was on the isle, which came to Hatsue's surprise. The isle was very small, only a dozen or so people could fit onto it, she found this good though as she can have peace as she called upon the spirits of her parents. Going to the edge of the isle she closed her eyes and began to think about the image of her parents, "Parents, come forth. Guide me." Hatsue whispered to herself, a white aura surrounded her frame as she was releasing energy for her parents to be called before her.

"Hello, Hatsue." Her father had said, snapping Hatsue out of her concentration. She was startled to her fathers voice so quickly. So many years had passed since his death, and still his physical appearance had yet to change then when he had last seen him. She was struck with happiness, able t see her father again and able to talk to him, but it will never compare to when he was living, "You've grown up to be a beautiful woman, like your mother."

"Hello, dad." Hatsue responded with a smile on her face, "How are you?"

"I am good. By the way you look I am guessing you are good too. Alive, at least, and still kicking."

"Yes. I have chosen the path, which my mother had, took, the path of a summoner. I already acquired an Aeon, Ixion, the power of lightning."

Her father lad looked down in disappointment. He had a facial expression of being displeased, "I'm sorry you had to become a summoner. Your mother did try hard to prevent this from happening, but we had both failed. We didn't want to se you fgive up your life so others could be happy; we wanted you to be one of those happy people. That's why we sacrificed our lives, and it was. for no point."

"No father! You guys did your best, and I am glad to be the daughter of people who were willing to fight such a powerful force. I am proud. There is a reason why I came here as fast as I could, though." "Why is that?"

"I seek advice. I feel like I'm not doing anything, despite me being a summoner and Spira's only hope. I see so many people hurt every day and no one has a smile on their face, and I fight to acquire these Aeons, who don't seem to help me at all, just to defeat a power that will eventually come back," Hatsue looked down at her foot as she scrapped it against the ground, forming a small mountain of rocks, "it just doesn't seem worth it, you know? People fight against each other because of a silly religion. We should focus on destroying the force of all this havoc, Sin, but I'm just taken for granted as a little summoner."

"Life is hard, there is many obstacles which you need to endure. Times are bad right now, and everyone is just confused on what to do it to get out of this mess, but you must do what you find right. You think defeating Sin is the best answer, then you must do that. No one should be able to change your feelings, what importance do they have. You are helping all of Spira to realize that Sin must be stopped, not each other, be their leader."

"Thank you father, you are right. I am just being dumb. I must rest though, I've been up all night trying to get here by daybreak. I will come visit later, before I depart to Macalania. It is good seeing you." Hatsue said while turning around and looked at the vortex at the end of the isle, which would bring her back to the real world and back to its harsh realities.

"Just know, Hatsue, you and your mother had taken the same path, but that does not mean your fate is the same." The pyreflies, which made up her father had severed from one another, breaking apart, its rainbow like essence fading off into the distance. It was just left her alone, again.

(Authors Note: I find this chapter to be much better than my previous one. Please review with what you think its ridiculous I put so much effort into this fiction and get no response for it. Please review, ill read your fiction too if you like. I hope you liked this chapter, I definitely did [ as I hated the last one, but found it important ] so please review, thanks for reading.