My flash-drive has decided to go missing. I know I did not leave it at The Sagamore, I saw it when I was unpacking after coming back...I know I did, because it had been on my mind...anywho, since this warrants an extreme possible set back, but also a lot of free time, I am taking a challenge. Galerians...time to enter your world and put on your creator's gloves. Smith a story...you may notice I am trying to write a bit differently too. So, with a long wait, and a sorely overdue heart, I enter. I hope that I don't destroy another's masterpiece.

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Savior

The night was harsh, a brilliant full moon bearing its light upon the desolate landscape, a giant eye in the clear, black sky. The wind. It rips at me. Tears away what little strength I have and tosses it into the pits of hell, where that open maw awaits eagerly... for my tiny morsel.

My soul. It is content. Convinced of my worth, and my matching fate. Making peace with death, giving up upon life. That is what my mind said. Yet even I knew the truth of those words, which were naught but whispers upon the salty air.

I clung to life, like a small child to its mother. I could not defeat fear, could find no consolation to deal with death. I was weak. Naught would save me, nothing would bend so far down. What would? I was worth no such glory, no such grace.

Stinging my eyes, a breeze toys with the long, pitch dark dress I have been given, the final gift to the departed, a sacrificial right. It clung loosely to me, it's hem torn, serrated like those of a broken wing.

Her broken wings. White wings that should never have survived for so long, the world righting a wrong to long withstanding correction.

I stumble, and a spear prods me in the back. A lone tear is ripped from my eyes by the breeze, the only ones to be shed for my fate. The plank awaits to toss the pitiful into the seas of hell. Those who go do not return, for the angel of death is a savage foe, whom none have managed to ultimately defeat.

I place a single foot upon its base. It shivers, eager. In the darkness all around, there is no comfort. This time, I allow my pain to take me away from it all.

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My heart beats in time with my body. Fatigue tossed away by the wind, weakness stabbed through with lack of time. I will not be bound, not by weakness or fate. Life...to live it without the very one I had come to love...that was true death.

I realize that now. Realize that I had been missing the very blossom I had been holding in my hand, that listening to others instead of my heart had led me to trip upon the door mat at the side of me, the pathway that had been available to me, but I had been to blind to see.

The whips me, it's beat against me taking away all weakness, this is what I should have done it tells me. His father had known what to do, to chase after the one that beat along him. I feel my power, once so weak, beat in time with me.

I won't leave you. Even in losing myself, I won't lose you.

Every look, every movement of her, it compounds upon me further and further what I must do, what I am doing, burns bright the power at my fingertips, tosses more brush upon the bonfire in my soul.

Dust is my companion, and even that flies from me, back from whence it came. The moon to, is watching me, daring me to succeed, watching for me to fail. It is the only other companion I have, and even it shall be left behind. I am alone.

Horizon laughing at me, I draw my magic to my body...

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I cry out and stumble again, my hands landing upon the strip in front of me. Once again, a spear prods me. Pain, it consumes me finally. What tiny power that was left within me has fled, and I can only cry.

Yet those tears are silent, my mewls are that of agony. I manage to pull my feet under me, awkwardly before rising again. Another step, and then another, a sharp knife races up my leg, making me whimper again.

So weak, the moon graces me with its simpering gaze. Ahead, the wind ravages, waiting; Cerberus Canyon awaits me as I take a last step. A breeze whips by me, rips by me, an ephemeral, ghostly hand tries to hold me back.

An explosion racks the ground behind me, my imagination playing upon me, the ground collapsing behind me as I prepare to die... Brilliance, exploding radiance, my eyes instinctively close as I offer myself into the open air.

"No..! I won't leave you."

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Lightning sparks in my hands as I see the dragon's maw open wide. It lances from my hands as I place more power into my speed. I smite a sentry, his eyes wide in clutching a hole in his middle. My hair stands straight up as electricity condenses around me, as solider donning his armor, Raiten Taisou.

My hand comes out as I strike another. They stand in my way, and I push against them. One falls, then another, and third joins he.

All my training, all my strength, useless if I can't save her. Power condenses about me again, exploding outwards as lightning strikes the ground, one, twice, a thousand times as I hold it within me, the ultimate spell becoming my form. Taisou Two lances out, grounding a dozen more.

I move on again. The party is small. The final wall to be broken to claim that which I should never have let go. The Sakura that bloomed in my hand, the one I will close about my hand, the one which shall never again escape my notice, just as I now kick this pebble that presents itself in my way.

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The sound of the wind whipping through my ears is that of a thousand explosions, screams of souls, dragging at me from below, impatient to absorb me into their mass, yet, I am pulled back, I cannot fall, even as I finally stumble into the open air.

Only to be closed in upon a pair of open arms. Powerful forces, they envelop my, tired, broken, defeated body, as the voice gives my soul wings. Lifted from the ground, above the very sky. Against him, the words vibrate.

"I said it once, I'll tell you again. I'll only, only...look at you, Setsuna."

I open my eyes, in a final attempt to hope. The man who, through all his growth, has never left behind his heart, and his stubborn soul to save all and leave none behind, the one she had given her soul to, had come back to give it back, along with a bit of his.

Savior. The moon dances around him, around us both, and I realize it was not simpering at me for my death, but for my life, my foolishness. He lifts me easily, the lightning stabbing at my eyes. Never have they seen such a sight, and it had been right next to me all this time.

"You, you are my angel, and I can look at no other."

In the air, away from the earth we went, holding me in an embrace whose fire no force could extinguish. He gave her his wings, so together they could fly. He did not run when he came back upon solid ground, but simply walked, allowing only a sole heavenly presence to see his pride.

The knight in shining armor had finally arrived for his princess.

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I think I kinda failed in trying to write like another, but I discovered something else instead. Yet, did that too, fail? Here we are, long overdue, this is your request Galerians. Did I satisfy?