Well, before I start, I'd like to say… oo Sorry. I'll make it good to make up.
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Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices in my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin?
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end
A.U.R.O.N
A sad laugh echoed through the stadium. Was it a simple coincidence that this happened to be the floor of the Luca stadium? No. It was the same place that Auron had met the small girl. She was only five then, and Auron had taken her on what he knew would be her last trip around Spira with one of her victims. She looked innocent enough, and even she knew what was going on. It was why she tried to get away by stopping Auron on the bridge. Why she stopped the last man who had taken pity on her…and the last man… and the man before that. It was a pitiably vicious cycle. She'd attach herself to the person who kindly kept watch over her, only to stop and attack them simply for their youth.
It was different now, from when Auron first saw the girl attacking the man. The ground was littered with feathers. Pure white… and it was littered with bodies, which were even whiter. He knew what they were for, and he knew it wasn't pretty. Emma looked at him from a perch above the floor, black feathers falling from behind her, peppering the white-coated ground. She smiled sadly at him, to match her sad laugh. She flapped the black wings behind her, and floated down to the ground.
I know I can stop the pain, if I will it all away…
"Don't turn away."
God, please don't turn away from me.
The dark gray, almost black toga she wore cut a path through the now peppered with feathers ground, the smile on her face reassuring, knowing this would be the last run through. Auron looked at her solemnly, a calm look on his face. Despite the calmness, he started stepping backwards. Stumbling over himself…
"Don't give in to the pain…"
What are you doing!? Please… please stop…
"Don't try to hide, though they're screaming your name..."
It all fell together like puzzle pieces. The wicker chair was just there. Almost instinctively, Auron threw it in Emma's path, her eyes flashing with sadness as he followed the same pattern as the first man. He stumbled over one of the bodies on the ground, as Emma shifted the chair out of her path, and knelt down to Auron, a sad smile on her face, still. She touched his cheek, and he nearly jumped out of his skin, wind blowing his hair wildly around. The wind was stronger from what Emma remembered…
"Go away."
Emma pulled back. This was not happening. Even though his tone was firmer than she was worried about, it was still not wanted. He needed to cooperate, at least somewhat. His eyes shut tight, and she nearly slapped him. It wasn't right. It wasn't going right.
"Don't close your eyes… God knows what lies behind them…"
She leaned in close, a pang closing in on her. It was a secret, and should be told as one. She was careless the first time. Closing your eyes meant sleep. Sleep meant dying. With all of their fighting, there was a hole cut in the middle of the feathers… Emma brought one feather close to her, whispering.
"F.I.R.E."
It ignited, and she tossed it to the rest of them, all of them bursting into flame. It prevented the light from leaving the stadium.
"Don't turn out the light... never sleep, never die..."
If you don't sleep, you don't die... simple as that. She smiled at him, and backed away, fading into the flames that she cast around them. Before she left, however, she bent down, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Thank you. T.H.A.N.K, Y.O.U."
She smiled, backing into the flames.
"For everything."
Auron's eyes snapped open, falling on an empty room. Everything must've gone right… it was just a dream. He pulled the sheet off of the bed, and stood up. They were all there, all asleep. It was so odd though… it was a house in Besaid…