I tried to post this yesterday but my internet was being beyond stupid. I'll try to post the 4th part by the end of this weekend, all my exams are finished and next week is spring break so i have plenty of time. Like always i hope you enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the FF franchise.

My story is unbeta'ed so there will be mistakes. I'm only human so if you see any please give me a heads up so i can change it.

Visions of Former Ends

[The war]

Everything is burning, the ground is scorched, the air clogged with thick smoke. The ground troops are in utter chaos, each side out to decimate the other. Standing on a cliff overlooking the battle field I gun down a few unsuspecting pulse warriors who strayed from the crowd. I'm not alone my sister Ramstis is standing with me. She called me here…but wouldn't tell me what for, I should be down there helping to coordinate the troops. Ramstis starts speaking but my memory goes blank as I dream.

Whatever she said sent fire through my veins I turn on her and screamed incredulously, "How can you even debate following that order, billions of people will die Ramstis! There is no going back from something like that."

She points at me furiously "Obviously you think this war is something we can forgive and everything will be right as rain? IF we don't do this Pulse will and Cocoon will be gone. Mom, Dad, Mateo, everyone will be dead! Man up Kelione, do what any loyal Cocoon soldier would do."

My chest heaves as I cover my face laughing. There is no way out… this is Ludacris but we've brought this on ourselves. Ramstis grabs my hand roughly and starts chanting. I glance up at Cocoon one last time, through my tears, "It didn't have to come to this…"

"Yet here we are child." The dreams fade slightly speeding up to the point I lose track. Finally they stop, my brother Mateo is held in the iron grip of the Primarch. I'm at a loss for a moment, "Why are they here!" A sense of urgent panic seeps into my being,

"This is Cocoon's opportunity to put an end to the Pulsian problem once and for all. You have been brought here, to this place to become the one being that can destroy Pulse Fal'cie." The Primarch said grandiosely.

"Why do we need to destroy Pulse, to kill all of these people? They aren't evil! They're just like us! They're afraid, Primarch. Where do we get off passing the judgment that they all deserve to die? That is something only the Maker can decide." I accused.

"Ah you ungrateful petulant brat. Cocoon Fal'cie have given you everything! And you DARE question us? You dare question me?" The Primarch roared swinging his scepter at my face. I ducked easily, retreating a few steps. The Primarch tightens his grip on Mateo's neck, my movement halted immediately.

Anger boiled within me, "Do you fear death Primarch? Or should I say Barthandelus? You must feel helpless, the all mighty Cocoon Fal'cie has to relay on L'cie to survive. How ironic! For someone who is all powerful to be unable to even defend themselves, unable to attack their enemies with their own might. When you made me an L'cie you told me that humanity was inherently destructive and we needed to be controlled. Yet here you are manipulating us into destroying Pulse! Is this your way of controlling us? What happens when there is no Pulse left to scare us anymore! Are you afraid we'll turn on you? Finally acknowledge the fact that you would be purposeless without us? Is that why we're here? Fear of Pulse summoning Ragnarok before we can summon our world ender?" My voice cuts off abruptly as I heard an agonizing crunch. Mateo's eyes lulled as he went limp in Barthandelus's grasp.

Tossing Mateo aside he seizes me in his grasp, I struggle in vain. Tears stream from my face, Ramstis is frozen her eyes locked on our brother. He leans in close whispering into my ear, "All of these deaths will serve the task of bringing the maker back." Leaning back he ordered my sister, "Kill her. Kill this wretch, she is not willing to save Cocoon and she killed your brother. End her miserable existence."

Ramstis looked to me, anger and agony burned in her eyes. Her hand went down to her holster, drawing out her gunblade. Tears pour from my eyes, I tried to turn away but Barthandelus kept my head facing forward towards my impending doom. I hear her gunblade cock, I open my eyes. Her eyes were cold filled with accusation. "She blames…me…"

I let out a roar of defiance, grabbing my own gunblades, firing backwards towards Barthandelus blindly. In his surprise his grip loosens and I break free. Retreating to the edge of the cliff, I look back [BANG] Ramstis fired once, the sound reverberating off the nearby walls. Pain shot through my body as I left out a terrified wail. I fumbled with my side trying to stop the blood flow; Ramstis seemed to snap out of her vengeful stupor. She moved across the cliff reaching for me as I stumbled backwards near the edge. I weakly smack her hand away causing me to lose whatever little balance I had left… My vision was darkening; she grabbed me this time roughly pulling me to her.

"Now that you've felt pain the process can proceed as planned."

[Dream delves further]

Old Bodhum, a sleepy coastal fishing town where I was born and raised. My father's fleet of fishing vessels can be seen on the horizon. Siren, her call bringing them back into harbor as a storm looms on the horizon. I descend from my hilltop perch, slipping into town relatively unnoticed. Glancing up I manage to catch sight of the floating Sanctum balloon. Images flash across it, "CCUP will bring forth new levels of peace, unity and prosperity across Cocoon!" CCUP…Cocoon Cultural Unification Program…my impassive face transformed into a skeptical frown.

Those rumors out of Nautilus weren't encouraging. Word had it that when Nautilus refused to cooperate with this CCUP program; the sanctum came in and 'persuaded' the dissenters. The Sanctum says we should give up our area's individual cultural traditions in favor of a culture for Cocoon as a whole. It's only a matter of time before they come to Bodhum. No one in Bodhum will cooperate with this, giving up all we've ever known for something alien is ridiculous. I speculate that this is only the beginning of things as I walk down the street. Everyone is closing up shop, securing their stores and stands for the coming storm.

"Hey! Blue!" Mateo ran up to me, breathing heavily. "I've been looking all over for you, Dad wants us to go down to the port and help him dry dock the ships. Come on now, Siren says we only have three hours before that monsoon gets here."

We run together towards the dock, "You realize I'm still on duty Mateo, you know enforcing the law. Protecting the town, all that jazz." A bark of laughter escaped him between breaths, "And when has that EVER stopped you before?" I punched him playfully, "Hey my job is serious you know! Don't mock my authority!" He laughs so hard he stumbles, before he can hit the ground I catch him by his suspenders. "Bravo dear sister! You're my hero and the savior of Bodhum! Let's be serious sister how often do things happen in Bodhum that you and your goons can't handle? It's not like your regiment in Sanctum Security has been dealt a hard hand here."

I purse my lips in mock offense releasing my grip on his suspenders. "Ooffff…no fair! That's no way to treat your older brother." He teases as he stands brushing himself off. We start out again laughing. It took us three more minutes to weave through town to arrive at the docks. Father and his sailors had already dry docked six of the thirteen fishing ships.

"Agh Mateo what took so long finding your sister? We could have used you help!" Father scolded. "Sorry Pop it was my fault, I was on patrol on the fringes of town." I answered walking forward. His face softened, "Alright then, you two take Odin's Might at the end of the docks and work back this way." "Right." Mateo and I answered in unison speeding down the dock.

"I call right crank!" I shout jumping forward. "Ugh Blue that ship isn't even secure yet." I smiled deviously, "Well what are you waiting for then? Secure the left side, I'll take right" We each quickly attached the restraints, returning to the cranks several minutes later. "On the count of three…one…two…three." We labored through the first turn, progress started out slow but picked up pace until the boat was hanging harmlessly in the air. Locking the cranks in place we move over to the next ship repeating the process. We met out father four ships down from where we started, his crew laboring to dry dock one of the larger ships in the fleet.

"Pop we're finished, I'm going to take a quick look through town to make sure everything is locked up." Dad nods before turning to help secure the last ship. Mateo catches up to me after I leave.

"You take down town, and I'll take up town. It'll be quicker this way." He smiles starting off in the other direction. Shaking my head I run through the streets, everything was secure so far. Reaching the middle part of the town I ran across Etro's Grace. "Of course," I mutter to myself. I jog over pulling down the metal covers over the Bar's windows locking them into place. "I open the door popping my head in, "Hey! TY!...TY!" All the regular drunken louts turn towards me groggily. Ty walks out from the kitchen scratching his head, "What in Lindzei's name is all the ruckus for?" I chuckle at Ty's clearly disheveled appearance.

"Secure your windows; a monsoon is rolling into town!" I bark with an air of authority. He snaps to attention, "Right sorry I didn't know" Turning to the drunks, "Alright you louts time to go home Bar's closed!" They all grumble shuffling slowly towards the door. I move aside, Ty catches a hold of my arm, "Thanks for the warning Blue." I smile, "Just doing my job." With that said I take of scouring the rest of the town. With everyone secured I turned tail to head home fighting to keep my footing with an increasingly belligerent wind pushing against my back.

Despite my best efforts I didn't make it home before the rain began to fall. I was only a block away from my cozy abode. But the heavens let loose their burden drenching me in the process. A loud thunder clap sends shivers through the house as I fight to shut the door. The lights flicker momentarily, but stubbornly stay lit.

Mateo walks over handing me a towel as he dries himself off. "Haha what do you know neither of us beat the rain. Father managed to somehow though." After slipping into some dry clothes, I sat on the sofa next to my mother, flicking on the news reports.

"A large monsoon is just tearing through Bodhum right now, hope everyone there is somewhere safe. Now here is Chet with our next story." "Thank you Drew, I'm here to report on the Sanctums CCUP program. With all the public uncertainty over the program the sanctum wants to reassure us that it is for the best. Here are some images and statistics from Nautilus." They show pictures of everyone being happy and smiling, but a picture pops up of a nice shop everyone smiling inside. But in the reflection of the glass, you can see the photographer and a Sanctum officer pointing at her face as if to say, "If you know what's good for you, smile." A deep scowl forms on my face. Mom reaches over patting my leg soothingly.

"It can't be all bad sweet heart." I can hear the doubt in her voice. I sigh deeply, "What happens when they come to Bodhum?" Before she can answer there is a thunderous knock on the door, it startles both of us. I get up grabbing one of my gun blades, while slowly creeping towards the door. I look through the peep hole. Someone is outside, I can't see their face. I crack the door gun at the ready. As the door swings open the light from inside lands on the face of my sister Ramstis. I'm surprised to see her, "Ramstis what are you doing here?"