Sort Of(Completed)

I Literally Experience A Flashback

The vision of swirling colors stopped. Farlo and I were standing in the same clearing. But it was different.

It was almost brighter, clearer. More welcoming. Lilia Bend's grave was less cracked and worn down. I liked it. A lot.

My eyes went to Farlo's direction. "W-why a-are we here?" Farlo sighed. "You triggered a vision. The day before I was arrested."

I turned back, and I saw the two.

It was a younger Farlo, with less worry lines. Less wrinkles. But today, he was worried. I could tell. Heather walked beside him. She looked happy. Maybe she didn't know yet.

I was about to move out of the past Farlo and Heather's way, but they went right through me instead. Ick.

I watched as Farlo knelt in front of the grave. Heather knelt next to him, running her hands over the lettering. Heather said she didn't speak, like me. But today, she did.

"T-this i-is m-m-mama?" Farlo nodded. "Yes."

Neither of them spoke, and then Farlo turned to Heather. "They're going to take me away. You know that, I'm sure?" Heather's smile vanished, and she nodded, smoothing her hand over the soft daisies. Farlo sighed.

Heather stared at her father. "W-why d-d-do you h-have to g-go?" Farlo's hand drifted to his former wife's grave. "Some people in the world are cruel, and don't know what's right or wrong. And I can't stop that."

"B-but w-we h-h-have a f-family! S-sure it's a-a l-l-little b-broken, b-but it's still g-g-good." Heather's eyes squeezes shut.

"I'm going to miss you, Heather." Heather didn't say anything. And then she turned, and hugged her father tightly. She hugged with a ferocity, tears rolling fast down her cheeks. Farlo hugged her back, and the two stayed there for a long time, sitting next to a lonely grave, crying.

I realized my own eyes were getting wet. I wiped them, and stole a glance at Farlo. The current one. He was staring at himself and his daughter, his expression unreadable.

The vision began to swirl and darken, and I got a weightlessness feel in my stomach. And then we were back in regular Mordale, back in the clearing. I started feeling my burn now, and started rubbing my side hard. I looked up, and saw Heather standing behind her mother's grave stone.

She was twirling a daisy between her fingers, her brown eyes empty. Farlo stared back, unsure of what to say. Finally, Heather spoke.

"Are you ready to listen now, papa?"

Farlo looked away. "You don't understand, Heather. You never will."
Heather threw her daisy to the ground, her face red. This'll be awkward for me.

"What do I not understand, papa? That you hold useless grudges? That you keep us trapped here? That I'm only a mindless girl who shouldn't even be here?" Farlo turned back to Heather. "No, I don't mean that-" "Then what do you mean!?" Heather screamed, angry tears falling. "Tell me!"

A loud boom sounded, and lightning crackled in the air. I tasted voltage in my mouth, metallic and disgusting. "You're just a young girl!" Farlo screamed back. "If you knew what was out there, you'd never be the same!" I heard the distant sound of tree falling. I hoped none of the falling trees hit my friends. I had to stop the fight before it got too bad.

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-Clo