46. Millennium
I'm playing FFVI for the first time at the moment and I was actually inspired to write for the first time in months - a Terra-centred drabble. Apologies if it sucks - I'm only just overcoming my writer's block :|
I've hidden it behind an LJ-cut as the events that it takes place around happen later on in the game, so I didn't want to give anyone spoilers :)
46. Millennium
In a thousand years, what will the world be like? Terra bit down on her bottom lip, thinking of the stark changes that had come upon the world in the last year. In an instant, everything had changed. At the dawn of the next millennium, would they still tell stories of the old world, the World of Balance? Would there even be anyone left to tell the stories? A second was all it had taken to distort the lives of every person on the planet. Terra knew he was fully capable of doing it again. Was it worth it? What was there to fight for, when the future was so uncertain? In a thousand years, would the sacrifice she knew they would have to make be worth anything?
It was the laughter that brought her back from her thoughts. Echoing through the big empty rooms of Mobliz, the laughter of the children, the sole survivors of this once thriving town. Terra had seen the pain in their eyes, the fear behind their smiles. But they kept moving forward, because that was the only thing they could do. They would cast off the ruin of this world and build a better future. And Terra knew that the only way they could accomplish that was for her to fight now, to fight for them, so that in a thousand years, the world would bloom again.
I've hidden it behind an LJ-cut as the events that it takes place around happen later on in the game, so I didn't want to give anyone spoilers :)
46. Millennium
In a thousand years, what will the world be like? Terra bit down on her bottom lip, thinking of the stark changes that had come upon the world in the last year. In an instant, everything had changed. At the dawn of the next millennium, would they still tell stories of the old world, the World of Balance? Would there even be anyone left to tell the stories? A second was all it had taken to distort the lives of every person on the planet. Terra knew he was fully capable of doing it again. Was it worth it? What was there to fight for, when the future was so uncertain? In a thousand years, would the sacrifice she knew they would have to make be worth anything?
It was the laughter that brought her back from her thoughts. Echoing through the big empty rooms of Mobliz, the laughter of the children, the sole survivors of this once thriving town. Terra had seen the pain in their eyes, the fear behind their smiles. But they kept moving forward, because that was the only thing they could do. They would cast off the ruin of this world and build a better future. And Terra knew that the only way they could accomplish that was for her to fight now, to fight for them, so that in a thousand years, the world would bloom again.