31 Days - Guiding Light
Title: Guiding Light
Day/Theme: 19th December 2010; you are my weather vane
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke, Lorelei, mentions others; Luke/Tear
Rating: G
Notes: Set after the end and slightly before/during the epilogue (it'll make sense when you read it?). Spoilers ahoy.
There was nothing. Complete utter nothing and it scared him because he didn't know who he was or where he was or-
Luke. The booming voice seemed to echo in the endless abyss. Was Luke his name? It sounded familiar and there didn't seem to be anyone else around, so maybe it was. Rest, it commanded, and when you wake all will be well.
Relaxing slowly, he obeyed. It wasn't like there was anything else he could do... and besides, something told him he could trust this voice, whatever it was. Having decided on that course of action, he closed his eyes - not like it made much of a difference, but the gesture helped somehow - and dreamt.
The memories came then.
They reached him in small fragments and faint trickles at first, snippets and snatches that made little to no sense to his already addled mind. There were flashes of places, parts of names, glimpses of faces... but nothing he could properly grasp. A bearded man who invoked an aura of authority. A younger one with an easygoing smile and a hand ever-ready to draw his sword. A girl dressed lavishly, an imperious air surrounding her. A young boy, kind and naive both in appearance as well as mindset. Some strange blue-furred... thing (somehow calling it a 'thing' felt very nostalgic). A bespectacled guy in a sharp-looking uniform, always smirking. A small girl with a strange doll and even stranger mannerisms.
Above them all, however, were the memories of a girl with soft brown hair whose face was framed by shadow and moonlight. This one, he could somehow feel, was the most important. She was waiting... and all he knew was that a promise had been involved.
Gradually, however, the pieces began to come together. There was a sense of time now, and with that came order. Events began to unfold in sequence, chronicling his life from the moment of his birth to his final act of sacrifice. He reclaimed his knowledge, his mistakes, his crimes, his virtues... and most of all, his sense of self.
He was Luke fon Fabre: replica, sinner, hero, martyr. He was a unique individual.
And he was whole once more. ("I promise. Without fail, I'll come back.")
Luke opened his eyes to see Lorelei floating before him. Luke, the otherwordly being began, and he could almost swear Lorelei was smiling at him. You are ready now. Receive my final gift to you, and live a life shaped with your own two hands.
Before he could respond, Luke found himself bathed in a warm blinding light that caused him to instinctively shield his eyes-
-and when he opened them again, he could see a sky littered with an endless amount of stars.
That was not all. He could feel the soft foliage and damp earth he was lying on. He could taste the salt in the cool ocean breeze. He could smell the fragrance of an entire field of flowers.
But most of all he could hear an unmistakably familiar voice singing an equally familiar song.
It sounded like... home.
Day/Theme: 19th December 2010; you are my weather vane
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Luke, Lorelei, mentions others; Luke/Tear
Rating: G
Notes: Set after the end and slightly before/during the epilogue (it'll make sense when you read it?). Spoilers ahoy.
There was nothing. Complete utter nothing and it scared him because he didn't know who he was or where he was or-
Luke. The booming voice seemed to echo in the endless abyss. Was Luke his name? It sounded familiar and there didn't seem to be anyone else around, so maybe it was. Rest, it commanded, and when you wake all will be well.
Relaxing slowly, he obeyed. It wasn't like there was anything else he could do... and besides, something told him he could trust this voice, whatever it was. Having decided on that course of action, he closed his eyes - not like it made much of a difference, but the gesture helped somehow - and dreamt.
The memories came then.
They reached him in small fragments and faint trickles at first, snippets and snatches that made little to no sense to his already addled mind. There were flashes of places, parts of names, glimpses of faces... but nothing he could properly grasp. A bearded man who invoked an aura of authority. A younger one with an easygoing smile and a hand ever-ready to draw his sword. A girl dressed lavishly, an imperious air surrounding her. A young boy, kind and naive both in appearance as well as mindset. Some strange blue-furred... thing (somehow calling it a 'thing' felt very nostalgic). A bespectacled guy in a sharp-looking uniform, always smirking. A small girl with a strange doll and even stranger mannerisms.
Above them all, however, were the memories of a girl with soft brown hair whose face was framed by shadow and moonlight. This one, he could somehow feel, was the most important. She was waiting... and all he knew was that a promise had been involved.
Gradually, however, the pieces began to come together. There was a sense of time now, and with that came order. Events began to unfold in sequence, chronicling his life from the moment of his birth to his final act of sacrifice. He reclaimed his knowledge, his mistakes, his crimes, his virtues... and most of all, his sense of self.
He was Luke fon Fabre: replica, sinner, hero, martyr. He was a unique individual.
And he was whole once more. ("I promise. Without fail, I'll come back.")
Luke opened his eyes to see Lorelei floating before him. Luke, the otherwordly being began, and he could almost swear Lorelei was smiling at him. You are ready now. Receive my final gift to you, and live a life shaped with your own two hands.
Before he could respond, Luke found himself bathed in a warm blinding light that caused him to instinctively shield his eyes-
-and when he opened them again, he could see a sky littered with an endless amount of stars.
That was not all. He could feel the soft foliage and damp earth he was lying on. He could taste the salt in the cool ocean breeze. He could smell the fragrance of an entire field of flowers.
But most of all he could hear an unmistakably familiar voice singing an equally familiar song.
It sounded like... home.