Noel Kreiss x Reader | Final Fantasy XIII-2
✓ COMPLETED + UNEDITED | 2018
After the fall of Cocoon had rendered much of the land infertile and uninhabitable, the existing civilisations were forced to resort to hunting and foraging for natural resour...
"Sometimes, when it looks like all hope is lost, people can turn against each other. They end up full of hate. But really, when they stop and think about it, they're making themselves sad for no reason."
- Alyssa Zaidelle
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Chapter III | Curse of Eternal Twilight
Voices whispered through the dark, brushing against your skin like black satin.
Your hands clutched empty space, nothingness, as you reached out, fingers yearning desperately for the touch of something real, something human.
You'd been condemned to an eternal darkness, a perpetual twilight, to atone for your past mistakes; for pushing Noel away when you should have kept him close, for turning your back on him, leaving him to suffer alone in the ruins of the Dying World while you went off in search of your own futile answers. Perhaps if you'd never left, neither would he. Perhaps you would still be together, hunting, surviving.
Perhaps.
But now, you had nothing. You were born with nothing but the skin on your bones and you had ended with the same.
Just dust and bones in the atmosphere.
You didn't know how long you'd been there, swimming through nothingness, a shadow amongst darkness, invisible, listening to the voices that trembled around you like leaves against the ground.
You couldn't hear what they were saying. They were ghostly, murmurs incomprehensible to mortal ears.
But then a voice reached you through the rest, the words as clear-cut and defined as glass, a living voice amongst the dead whispers.
"It is not yet your time," it said, feminine, powerful.
"Who... who's there?" You whispered, but your words suffocated against the darkness and you wondered if they had heard you at all.
"I am the Goddess Etro."
Etro. The Goddess of Death and Chaos, collector of Souls, said to reside in the depth of Valhalla, where the dead came to rest in their afterlife.
"Am I... dead?"
"No, child. Your time is not yet come. Fate has more use of you."
You frowned, puzzled by her words. "I don't understand."
"You will do, soon. For now, it's time to leave this place."
Before you had the chance to ask what you were supposed to do, a sudden pressure built up behind your eyes and the air seemed to crumble beneath your touch, growing lighter, more tangible.
