It begins with colors.
The colors of the enemy are the white and the red.
The colors of my family are the black and the grey.
Soldiers garbed in white and red, armed with glaives, blades and clubs, charge left against soldiers in black and grey holding lances, swords and axes.
Above the battle on the ground, wyverns and pegasi riders, carrying the same weapons. Some would fight each other, while others would swoop down to help those on the ground.
A duality of colors-white and red fighting against black and grey.
But in the end, both sides are horribly destroyed, and the battlefield a mess.
And then, a strange darkness takes it all away.
The only thing that changes, is what I was carrying, what I was wearing, and who I was fighting.
I had a sword in my right hand, wearing my brothers' and sisters' colors, and I was fighting alongside them.
I had a blade in right hand, wearing my brothers' and sisters' colors, but I was fighting against them.
The visions then goes dark.
"Weiss! We're your family!"
Rewind.
No, I had a sword in right hand, wearing the colors of the enemy, but I was fighting alongside my brothers and sisters.
No, I had a blade in right hand, wearing the colors of the enemy, and I was fighting against my brothers and sisters.
It all goes to dark.
"Weiss! Come back to Nohr!"
Rewind.
Now, there was a blade and tome in my hands, and I was wearing my brothers' and sisters' colors, and fighting alongside them.
Now, there was a sword and tome in my hands, and I was wearing my brothers' and sisters' colors, but fighting against them.
Fade to black.
"Don't do this, Weiss!"
Rewind.
Wait, there was a sword and a stave in my hands, and I was wearing the colors of the enemy, but fighting alongside my brothers and sisters.
Wait, there was a blade and a stave in my hands, and I was wearing the colors of the enemy, and fighting against my brothers and sisters.
Darkness.
"Weiss!" "Big Sister!"
Rewind.
I was now watching the battle from afar. I was nearing the end of this vision.
A blade was now in my left hand, now. In my right hand, I was clenching something-it was a pendant-glowing on my chest. My armor was of a silver color, not matching any designs of either side.
I raised the blade skywards, and a darkness appears on the battlefield, engulfing what remaining soldiers were left from each side.
"Come home, Weiss. Come. Home."
"NO!"
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I had a blade in hand, wearing the clothes of the enemy, but I was fighting alongside my brothers and sisters.
No, I had a blade in hand, wearing the clothes of the enemy, and I was fighting against my brothers and sisters.
"Weiss! We're your family!"
No, I had a blade and tome in my hands, wearing my brothers and sisters' colors, but I was fighting against them.
No, I had a blade and staff in my hands, wearing my brothers and sisters' colors, and I was fighting alongside them.
"Weiss! Come back to Nohr!"
No, I had a sword in my left hand and clenching something glowing on my chest with my right hand. My clothes were of a silver color, a design from neither side, and was standing from a far, watching the
No, there was a figure behind all of us, and we were fighting each other.
"Come home, Weiss. Come home."
They were ignoring the figure while it was killing each and every one them, and leaving me alone.