They Were Four - Part 4
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crankyoldmanFandom: FF8
Characters/Pairings: Edea, Selphie, Ellone, and Rinoa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At last, the reaper is allowed to rest.
Notes: Well, that little experiment is finally done. I could have written this with a shit ton more detail, but it was just me playing around with mythos and a character POV I like, nothing more. I'm just glad I found a way to end it; next time I try something like this... well who knows. XD It let me work out some stuff I'd like to use in ACTUAL stories sometime, at least.
It should have been something more spectacular, the awakening of Ultimecia's remnant, and she probably could have seen it coming had she the focus of her younger days.
But Famine controlled time, really, and the battle was over before it had begun. It would have been different had War the control, or Conquest. But Famine can only see the desert of what she's lost, and then nothing at all.
"What is it, Matron?"
"The end of the world, Selphie."
"But where did everyone go?"
But she could see them, even if Selphie couldn't. Edea had always been dark; she'd never fought that. The dark was the chaos, the primal feminine force that Hyne had been so enraptured and afraid of. But dark needn't be morbid, so they all looked as if they were sleeping.
"They're resting now."
"But how did it happen? I'm supposed to fight!"
In their view, Conquest and Famine didn't exist, and the entire world was a garden of spiked and strange plants. She held Selphie's hand for now, because once the other two came back, she would be left alone, to send all the souls back to... well, she didn't know.
"But you did. Things go a lot quicker if you are War." All that manic energy, that built up under layers of life. You held onto life so much that you razed it to the ground.
The parts he didn't read to her, to keep her from worrying to keep her from having nightmares; Cid had been the best of Knights to give her everything. But the story slid into through her veins, which had faded before but must have been bright now, almost glowing.
"Come on Selphie! We've got things for you to blow up!"
First, there was one little girl, so full of life that anything she touched was destroyed before her.
"Booyaka! I'm coming!"
Then she had a sister, so persuasive that she could take anything she want. Together they divided the world up into segments; blocks to build up and knock over. A game played again and again.
"See, watch Rinoa. Isn't that cool?"
Their cousin, though invited to play, always felt the pangs of hunger, the weight of desire. She stretched this across time, making her own castle to possess. But that became too much, and she wished part of herself into a normal girl, to see if she could finally have something to keep instead of want.
"I don't know why we resisted it so long, Elle."
But there were four. And this fourth, like a mother with no children of her own, cleaned up after it all. Set the blocks back in place as best she could, swept up the dust. Tucked them in at night when they had finally stopped their play.
"Come on children. It's time to rest."
And turned out the lights when they'd gone to sleep.
At the end of all things there is no you or I;
Only the fight extinguished,
The asker denied,
The wanting sated,
And the reaper at last allowed to lie.
Characters/Pairings: Edea, Selphie, Ellone, and Rinoa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: At last, the reaper is allowed to rest.
Notes: Well, that little experiment is finally done. I could have written this with a shit ton more detail, but it was just me playing around with mythos and a character POV I like, nothing more. I'm just glad I found a way to end it; next time I try something like this... well who knows. XD It let me work out some stuff I'd like to use in ACTUAL stories sometime, at least.
It should have been something more spectacular, the awakening of Ultimecia's remnant, and she probably could have seen it coming had she the focus of her younger days.
But Famine controlled time, really, and the battle was over before it had begun. It would have been different had War the control, or Conquest. But Famine can only see the desert of what she's lost, and then nothing at all.
"What is it, Matron?"
"The end of the world, Selphie."
"But where did everyone go?"
But she could see them, even if Selphie couldn't. Edea had always been dark; she'd never fought that. The dark was the chaos, the primal feminine force that Hyne had been so enraptured and afraid of. But dark needn't be morbid, so they all looked as if they were sleeping.
"They're resting now."
"But how did it happen? I'm supposed to fight!"
In their view, Conquest and Famine didn't exist, and the entire world was a garden of spiked and strange plants. She held Selphie's hand for now, because once the other two came back, she would be left alone, to send all the souls back to... well, she didn't know.
"But you did. Things go a lot quicker if you are War." All that manic energy, that built up under layers of life. You held onto life so much that you razed it to the ground.
The parts he didn't read to her, to keep her from worrying to keep her from having nightmares; Cid had been the best of Knights to give her everything. But the story slid into through her veins, which had faded before but must have been bright now, almost glowing.
"Come on Selphie! We've got things for you to blow up!"
First, there was one little girl, so full of life that anything she touched was destroyed before her.
"Booyaka! I'm coming!"
Then she had a sister, so persuasive that she could take anything she want. Together they divided the world up into segments; blocks to build up and knock over. A game played again and again.
"See, watch Rinoa. Isn't that cool?"
Their cousin, though invited to play, always felt the pangs of hunger, the weight of desire. She stretched this across time, making her own castle to possess. But that became too much, and she wished part of herself into a normal girl, to see if she could finally have something to keep instead of want.
"I don't know why we resisted it so long, Elle."
But there were four. And this fourth, like a mother with no children of her own, cleaned up after it all. Set the blocks back in place as best she could, swept up the dust. Tucked them in at night when they had finally stopped their play.
"Come on children. It's time to rest."
And turned out the lights when they'd gone to sleep.
At the end of all things there is no you or I;
Only the fight extinguished,
The asker denied,
The wanting sated,
And the reaper at last allowed to lie.