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Valhalla, the world of sadness untouched by time, a world that was neither living nor dead, once protected by the sleeping Goddess herself, I who now stood guard over that Legacy. My time on Pulse, My focus now complete, a new task awaited me. I watched on un moved as the metalic beasts lead by Caius Ballard attacked. He was to be my new enemy it seemed...well then so be it. Our battle was fierce, intense, He fighting for an end to his life and myself just fighting to protect a legacy.
I watched on in half horror half confusion as a large summoning circle appeared around him slowly moving its way into the sky, willing both my nerves and mind to remain calm, I rode with purpose on Odin's back, my partner, my friend, the one I felt so connected to in battle. We rode together up on rocks as I watched beams of light shoot down from the sky towards the monsters below. They would be fine I was sure right now my battle was with the man in the violet armor Caius Ballad.
I met him blow for blow, our swords clashed with such strength I was afraid this world, Valhalla would crumble at such a display of power between the two of us. A swing, a dodge, I jumped from a falling boulder to meet his swing only to find his hand had stopped my attack short my blade now held in his hand.
“Damn you.” I frowned hating that my attack had been stopped.
He smiled. That twisted smile of his, I hated it. What I hated even more, he brought the tip of my blade towards his chest.
“Let's end this.” I heard him say I looked on surprised seeing the spot where his heart should have been giving off a crimson red glow.
“That glow..” I never had time to finish that sentence, blown back in a haze of purple energy and light I watched as the cloud of black slowly dissipated to reveal something...a thing, a being I hadn't seen since I arrived in Valhalla, back when my focus was to give Cocoon back to the people. This being had been her symbol, her partner, and battle mate.
Bahamut....
I jumped as it roared and flew down to me swinging its massive claw as I jumped and spun round in the air hesitating. I shouldn't attack him...this was her partner...her symbol. No this Bahamut did not belong to her. I flew down intending to strike flesh but was met with a massive claw and was slapped back as if I was nothing more than a rag doll. As I fell memories of her suddenly ran through my mind. Her exotic looks, that sultry accent of hers. Why now of all times was I thinking of her? I opened my eyes spinning in the air and called once again for my partner.
“Odin!”
We rode together through the sands, as the dark Bahamut chased after us. As I battled my mind was only half on the battle at hand. Dangerous I know and yet, yet it seemed so wrong. Those days I had watched her, watched as she fought elegantly, yet viciously with a strength that was all but the fearlessness in her nature of battle destroy monsters one by one, her lance nothing but an extension of those toned arms and her toned body, cutting through flesh and muscle until the monster fell in defeat, she seemed to especially enjoy going up against Behemonths, the massive turtle like beasts the Shao-long-Gui and the Adamantoise. But her true calling, what gave her such a rush, made her smile most in battle.
Was being on the back of the monster I was fighting.
She and Bahamut were like Odin and myself. A pair that was inseparable. I could still remember the day Bahamut had appeared before us. Seeing her in pain, it tore at my heart, seeing that powerful dragon for the first time, somehow I knew deep down, Bahamut was a mirrored version of his Mistress. Tough on the surface with a hard wired battle instinct on the inside, a drive to kill whatever came its way. When he had become hers again she had seemed confused at first. But after some time she realised her choice in the end was to help us complete our focus. From that day on, when we would lay out our blankets set up our camp, after our twilight sparring had ended she would fly for fun in the skies on the back of her powerful dragon.
I can't recall the last time I've ever seen someone that happy to be in the air. She was one of a kind that was for sure. As Odin ran up the side of a beam I looked back at the black Bahamut that we had been fighting so hard, it was then I had felt a pang of guilt.
In all that time...through all of our battles I had never once said the feelings I had held deep within my heart. So as we battled. Odin and I together as one I made a silent vow in my mind as I dealt the final blow to this dark, and chaotic version of the dragon, that mirrored its Mistress so much.
Fang...even though I know not where you are, and even though we can't reach each other...I want you to know. I love you....I'll see you again one day....