OK, this is the other choice she could have made. Mostly the same as chapter 2, but it has some key differences.
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 right, closing her left hand into a fist.
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 slowly, 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 away from her. She raised the bow, and as she did, the blackness all along her skirt began to creep up the red. She leveled it, pointing towards the black mass and the beast priest. She paused like that, the arrow pointed directly at the demon among demons but then; she moved it slightly to the right of them and started to draw 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 slowly, and drew the bow even more. The arrow grew in length as she pulled it back, 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 released 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. The arrow neared to his face, and once it was just about to touch him, he disappeared, like a wind blew away dust.
Filia slumped from her archers pose. She released her breath that she had been holding as she sunk to the ground. She stared at the position Xellos once was, silent tears dripping down her face. She blinked, and bowed her head, sobbing. The blue leaf that had been slowly falling to the ground now sped up. It hit the ground faster then one could process. Tall figures appeared around her, each wearing a gray hooded cloak. They all withdrew a white rose from their capes, and handed them to her, some more reluctant then the others. The blackness in her dress started to recede, leaving the red. Then, once the black was banished, her dress started to fade to pure white. All the while she was sobbing. Once the dress had not a speck on it, the gray people walked off in different directions.
She didn't notice, but her surroundings changed with their departure. Where it once was black, was now a warm golden color. A room popped up from non-existence to tempt her with relaxation. Everything looked as if it was from spun gold. Gold rose pedals were everywhere; the floor, the bed, the counters, everything. She was all alone, sitting on the floor in her pure white dress. She stopped sobbing, but still didn't rise from her position. Tears still fell down, but she didn't acknowledge them.
A single dripping sound, as if a drop of water hit a still pond, roused her enough to open her eyes. Beneath her, something that had sprung up from the golden petaled floor; a half bloomed black rose. Gasping, she looked at it. It had thorns bristling all along its length, giving teeth to the beauty. Reaching out, she grasped it, feeling the pain of the thorns biting into her flesh. A small tug later, and she was holding the rose to her self. She released her breath from her lungs, and fell to the side, her entire dress darkness beyond darkness.
Mistress DragonFlame: This is the story that ne-ver ends! It just goes on and on my friends, some insane author STARTED writing, not knowing what it was, and she'll keep on writing forever JUST because this is the story that ne-ver ends! It just goes on and on my friends, some insane author STARTED writing, not knowing what it was, and she'll keep on writing forever JUST because this is the story that ne-ver ends! It just goes on and on my friends, some insane author STARTED writing, not knowing what it was, and she'll keep on writing forever JUST because this-
Muses: SHUT UP ALREADY!
MDF: What? It's true. As I was writing this I had the thought, and, well, thoughts that would allow me to write this as an actual story, like chapter one. But then, I got another thought of making the OTHER choices she had and, and-gah! This story WILL never end. There are just so many variations! Where she dies, Xellos dies, the world ends, where she AND Xellos dies, where they neither die. And then, after the scene of death so to speak, there are more variations. But, I have to admit, even with all these different choices, outcomes, situations; I have to like the first one the best. I dunno why, but I do. Well…. No matter what you do, reviewing or ignoring, I will probably write/post it. But, reviewing is nice.