Wow, I actually thought people would want a new chapter. But no, they said I ended it fine, and shouldn't change it. But, I was thinking, "I'm not changing anything." Because this is , BADADADAAAAA, Filia'a vision! The ending isn't changing at all! So yeah, well, I hope you enjoy this!

Filia pressed her head to Xellos's chest, trying to hear a heart beat but to no avail. She gave up the search for the deep thudding sound to stare at the river below. But then darkness began to creep into her vision. She knew what it was, what it signified. She was having a prophecy…

Filia herself stood in a white dress, hands slighting held out to her sides, her palms out ward. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the left, closing her left hand into a fist as well.

Suddenly, she was holding a bow and arrow, while wearing a blood red dress, but it was not solid red. Black swirled around the bottom, no more then an inch thick in any location, but seemed to lap at the red. Bodies were around her, each casting a gray shadow on the endless blackness. A single blue leaf was falling to the ground abnormally slow, it seeming to creep down when it should have already been on the black ground.

The vision spanned, until Xellos, behind a shapeless black mass, could be seen. He was not facing her, instead looking into the darkness, his back to her. She raised the bow, and as she did, the blackness all along her skirt began to creep up the red. She leveled the weapon, pointing towards the black mass and the beast priest. She paused like that, but then slowly starting drawing the bow. The blackness began to consume the red even more, as if a pitch-black fog was being filled into a red room, ever creeping up to the ceiling. Once the arrow's head was touching the worn wooden handle of the bow, Filia again paused. The black had now taken over everything beneath her waist, and had stopped when she had stopped drawing the bow. Xellos still wasn't looking at her, and the mass of moving darkness stayed there as well.

But then, she took a deep breath softly, and drew the bow even more. The arrow grew in length as she did, but the blackness had sprung into action again, eating away at the red in the dress. Once Filia could pull it back no more, while the black hovered just below her neckline, Xellos finally turned to her. He looked at her, his normal smile and closed eyes on his face. She gazed at him, and he at her. The black shadow suddenly vanished, howling in agony. Filia realized the arrow once the residue smoke was gone from the unknown thing.

It spun in the air as it slowly made it's way to the Demon among Demons, white ripples coming off it. Xellos did not move, even as it came up to him, he just continued to look at Filia. But, the arrow did not hit him. It flew right next to his face, blowing his hair slowly astray. Once it passed him completely, as if returning to normal, sped away in a blink of an eye. His hair settled back to its normal position.

Xellos, having decided something, walked the lengthy distance to the still standing Filia. She looked at him, arms at her sides, bow gone. He blacked out, and then appeared still walking about five feet in front of where he once was, but she knew he hadn't teleported. This happened several times, until the gap between them was closed. Once Xellos came to her, they paused, staring at one another. Then, he reached down and snatched up Filia's left hand, placing something in it, while still not breaking their locked gaze. He closed her hand over the object, before standing back up again. Filia brought up her hand, and then looked upon a black thorn-less rose. She let go of her breath, and fell backwards, the red all the way gone from her dress, leaving darkness beyond darkness in it's place.

Xellos watched her fall before he turned and left, walking back the same way he had come. He didn't look back.

Her vision suddenly came crashing back to reality, and she let go of her breath she hadn't known she was holding. Her head was still on his heartless chest, his arms around her waist. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away as she took a deep breath. He didn't seem to notice anything had happened.

"I'll miss you," she said, eyes unfocused and looking at nothing and everything, thus fulfilling the prophecy.

MDF: (Sigh) Such a wonderful piece!

InuYasha: (Snort)

MDF: Watch it. (Glare)

Xellos: Well, at least the suffering didn't last long.

Filia: True, this was a rather short piece. And I died. Again. I didn't even get to kill Xellos, dammit!

Haku: Why do you two always insist on trying to kill one another?

SesshoMaru: Three, two, one… (Both Filia and Xellos implode upon the poor water spirit)

Deep-Sea-Dolphin: I liked this. But, fishy, didn't she have unfocused eyes before when she said that?

MDF: Whoops. (Corrects) Thank you Deep-Sea-Dolphin.

Well, anyway, you should know that every author loves reviews on their work. It proves they weren't in vain writing the work. Review and tell me what you think! And, if you ask in the review (and leave an account, or e-mail, as it's hard to track people down with no address) what this vision meant, I'll reply with an e-mail. I think it's obvious, but then I'm the one who wrote it. Hmmm, I'm thinking of putting up the alternate choice, well, one of them that the Filia had. You see, I think whenever they have a vision, and it has a choice in it, they know what every choice, and variation of that choice will turn out, but they only see the one they are most likely to follow. Now, as you can tell from this chapter, this is not a prediction to what will happen, but an option….

Thinkof it as a tree. The trunk is now. The first fork can split in 2, 3, 4 or more different ways. You can't follow more then one way, so you choose one of them. Then, that branch splits, and again and again until you end up on a leaf with nowhere to go. That's the end of the prophecy. But, on that leaf will develop a seed, which will fall and start to grow another tree. Or, that leaf will fall before producing another tree, or that you choose a wrong turn and got on a dead branch, meaning you died. Well, the next one that might come out is that option not taken.

Muses: ZZzzzZZzzzZZzzz….

MDF: (sweatdrop) Right. Well, review and show that you lub me! 3