I haven't ever played VI either! So I'm so sorry if this seems to go against the actual plot of the game. R&R?

Chapter 5- VI Prologue

The Magicite... Magic is disappearing from this world...

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Kefka is going to pay for this. Making Terra give up the last of her life for us…. It's not fair! She never did anything wrong, never did anything to deserve this! Terra… she's been nothing but generous towards us. All the time, no matter what, Terra had our backs. And now… she's gone, and I just….

"Celes," Edgar started, his face mirroring the same sorrow as mine. "Celes, we must help the others.

I shot him a look, but eventually went with him. Edgar was right, of course. There were others to think about before us. People everywhere had gone through countless terrors at the hands of Kefka, and it was our duty to make sure the people were safe.

…I have to prove my worth. I once helped the empire, thus in turn helping Kefka, and now I'm going to make up for it. I know that Edgar and the others have accepted me as a Returner, but it's not enough. I'll never be a real hero to these people until I can be like Terra.

She was great and loved by everyone….

And she was my best friend. Sort of a sister, I suppose. I know things are hard for everyone- especially Locke. He was the first to ever meet her, and it's easy to see how much he loved her.

But I need to stop thinking about the past now. It's all behind me now, and I've got a new future to think about. Like, what job am I going to get? Heck knows I'm not going back to the empire. Those dogs had better be on their knees begging for mercy next time I run across them.

Nothing can ever change that kind of hate.

Nothing… but perhaps Terra.

Terra, who could make us all seem like such fools with only her naiveté. Terra, who had the power to nearly destroy half the world, but wouldn't dare hurt a fly. Terra, who was afraid of the dark but shed so much light on all of us.

And it was because of Kefka that she was gone now.

I clench my fists tight against my sides, but there's nothing I can do. I grit my teeth, but I still look forward, unwilling to let this plague my mind.

And onward I stride, looking out into the beautiful horizon, blurred by my tears. Edgar takes my hand and doesn't let go, even though we've both stopped, both unable to conceal such pain on our faces. Working on rebuilding what has been destroyed can wait for a little while.

I turn and bury my face in his shoulder, feeling his arms slip around me. This should be Locke and Terra, I think, gripping his jacket tighter. This should be a moment of love, not of sorrow.

But there we stand for the longest time, the red sky slowly turning black.

The stars shine not for our grief, but in memory of the world's kindest soul.