Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles.
The light dangles in front of me, taunting me. I have no memories save my hunt for this light. This light that stole everything from me.
I am alone. I have been alone. Maybe once I had companions. Maybe once I had friends, family. I know I had a past. I just can't remember.
My first memory is of awakening alone, beside the crystal of a caravan. But where was the caravan?
There was a hint in my mind, that someone else should have been there, but before I could grasp it, the hint was gone. And my only clue to what had happened to me was a white light.
And so began my search. My search that led me here.
People; Lilties and a young Clavat girl surround me. I've seen the girl before; the light wanted her memories, but I chased it off. The Lilties…two of them seem oddly familiar, but I have no time to stop and think. I must stop the light, before it steals any more memories. I must regain my memories!
Voices are shouting at me, but I ignore them. They can't see the light, but it can see them. And it is hungry for them.
I swing my weapon wildly, trying to destroy something that always dances out of my reach. I had it…no, a miss. There! I lunge…
Pain. Agony pierces me, a fatal blow. A little boy shouts 'For my father!' as he thrusts his lance further into me. I gasp in pain, and slowly sink to my knees.
I look up at the light as it floats, taunting me. It has finally won. I die, without any identity save the name I created for myself, 'Black Knight'.
I look at the boy. He's so young, yet he seems so familiar. He stands in front of me, and suddenly, I remember!
"Leon…!" I gasp out, fighting for every breath. I remember everything: Hurdy, Tida, Mount Vellenge, Raem! I remember!
But I remember too late. And as I watch Leon, my son, my only, precious, precious son fade before my eyes, I haven't the strength to tell him the truth. I can only pray that my wife will recognize me and tell him. I pray that my wife knows how much I care for her.
But I have won. Though I kneel here, dying, I die a man with a past. A man with identity.
And despite my dying, I don't mind as the darkness closes in around me. Not even the light can follow me in here. And for the first time in all these years I've chased the light, I feel at peace.
I close my eyes and let go.