Got Nothing but Time

Chapter 1

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Ever since she'd first opened her eyes on the continent of Fodlan, Sothis has had very few instances where she could say she was honestly at a loss-situations so inconceivable that they left her scrambling for a possible resolution.

And who could blame her?

Everything she'd done from her birth to the day of her 'permanent' rest in Fodlan was all, partially, according to her design-her sudden death of her flesh being one of the few things she didn't foresee-a death completely unprecedented and at the hands of the same race she sought to help.

Luckily for the humans, Sothis was not vindictive.

Humans are flawed creatures. Their emotions make them predictable, yet their potential to grow through said emotions has proven time and time again to be their ultimate strength.

However, more than her lack of fury upon her awakening, there was...confusion.

For one, she knew she'd rested for far more than a few days. The flesh that once bound her spirit was no more, the proof of it being more petrifying than she liked to admit.

A war.

Her bones forged into a weapon meant to slay her own children.

Her children's bones forged into weapons for war.

Seiros...

The memories never stopped. Like a tale, they played in her mind on repeat. The agony of her children, the war that followed, the vengeance-all of it played out as if she were there to witness it. By the time she played through them all, she was aware of the events that had occurred in her absence and the state of the world she'd left behind...

She needed to get home.

She desperately needed to get home...

Did she? Was that truly her wish? The thought has plagued her nonstop on many occasions.

However, even if she wished it, there was a reason for her lack of action. As embarrassing as it may sound, she does not currently possess the means to do so.

She was by no means, weak. No, the holy energy she could feel running through her spiritual form was more than enough to turn back time and even spill into the outside world. She was sure she could even recreate a kingdom within this void simply by willing it into existence.

The problem was: if she attempted to go too far beyond the void, something suppressed her advance; quite harshly. Extending her power, she found the source of the compression to be a dome that stretched above her. Symbols she'd never seen before aligned the dome and congregated into a single piece of paper that hovered on the outside of the barrier. She'd tried removing the parchment, but to her frustration (and bafflement), she received a violent shock that actually made her, even in spirit form, feel pain...

Fascinating.

That did not, however, mean she gave up, however unsuccessful she was. After attempt after attempt and failure after failure, Sothis could honestly say she'd never felt more frustrated in her entire existence.

She didn't know why or how, but someone, somehow, has imprisoned her very being.

Yes, this empty void was a prison.

And she was its prisoner.

How, humiliating.

She had created worlds and could create life simply by willing it. She could create beasts feared by men and build civilizations that could strive for millennia. She could turn back time itself and even split the lands with just a flex of her power