By V.Valentine
Chapter 3
Tribal Thoughts
A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reviewing so far, and yes it's a sad story. But you never know what might happen in the end. There's a reason why I'm going in the order of people that I am. It's up to you to figure it out. As always, please read and review, and know that I have no money from this.
The Elders of my people believed that when your body was done on the planet, and you were ready to reach the Lifestream, that's when the rewards of what you have done with your life would be given to you.
What rewards did you get, Vincent? As much as this saddens me, I'm fascinated by the prospect that you know what's to come for you. And where you will be for the rest of time.
Perhaps the Lifestream will send you back to us as a fish in the river, or maybe a chocobo in the fields.
As I howl towards the sky, I hope that Aeris is helping you in the Lifestream. And perhaps even my father, Seto, will be your guide as you walk with the stream.
Grandpa Bugenhagen used to tell me that souls entering the Lifestream, and going to the promised lad was just as natural as the sun coming up, or the rain falling down on the plains.
It still hurts though. Knowing that you're gone.
I grieve still just like everyone here is grieving for you. Can you see us right now? Can you see us and see that you weren't ever alone as you thought? You had friends all around you, all the time.
Just like we are now. We're here, assembled, for you.
Since Grandpa died, I've been given the title of Protector of Cosmo Canyon. The Elders try to teach me all they can and from what they have learned, but I know that I must make my own way, if I am to be successful.
I guess it's what you felt you had to do. That your place wasn't here, and what you needed was elsewhere.
I'm eager to speak to your wife and child after this. There's so much I want to know about what happened after you left the planet.
I'm sure there's enough stories, adventures and thoughts and philosophies to fill up volumes on books. Books I would readily have in my library.
Looking at everyone, everyone is taking this so differently. True, we're all sad and we all grieve, but we show it in different ways. We're whole, but we're not.
Another thing I could liken to you. You were a man considered to be a monster. I still have no explanations for how you would change into the monsters inside of you whenever you fought. Whole, but not.
All the science and explanations in the world really don't matter right now, Vincent.
All there is, is real plain and simple truth.
You're gone, and we miss you.
Take care in the Promised Land, my friend.
We'll all join you there, someday.