By: M14Mouse
What the Future Holds
I don't own Legends of Legaia. It belongs to somebody else. I own the story line.
Author's Note: The story takes place ten years after Noa, Vahn, and Gala defeat the Mist. Vahn's POV.
It has been ten years. I still remember when I left Rim Elm with Meta. The adventures we had. How I meet Noa and Gala. Times, we fought countless monsters. Times, we thought it was hopeless. We survive and won, but what was the cost? Friends separate homes and lives destroy. Five years ago, I set out to see the world. Of course, Mei came with me. We visit every town I saved. The town cheered my name until my ears hurt. After year of travel, we settled down in Drake Castle. Mei and me got married. Mei started her tailor business. She is famous for her business. I still a hunter. Now, that I think about. She was one I save the mist for. I just laughed that thought. Those were the good times. Until the plague come.
I still not sure how it started. Some say it was from some plant, or animals. Some say it was the Mist. It killed thousands of people. One by One, they fell like leaves off a dead tree. It killed my Mei. It killed my good friends at Rim Elm. I was there when Gala and Noa die. Noa settle down in Jeremi. She always loves the garden there. Noa took really good care of Cort. Cort grew into a fine little boy. You couldn't tell he was one who created the mist. Noa made me promise to care of Cort for her. I never broke that promise. Gala becomes great master and teacher. He was also a great friend. Once a year, we meet at the Missionary to talk about the old times. Now, every year Cort and me visit their graves. The plague took them away. I buried them at the foot of Genesis Tree on Mt. Rinkuora. The very thing we fought still stood like legacy to them.
I laid lilies at their graves. Mei always likes lilies. Cort brought flowers from the garden to lay at Noa's grave. We stood for a moment in silence. "Uncle Vahn, I miss them." Cort said in child-like voice. "I miss them, too." I said. Sometimes, I wonder why I am still here. My friends and my wife are dead. Why am I still here? Thought came to, to remember them and to remember what we did. To fight for the future, for children, our friends, and ourselves. That is what the future holds. No matter what happen, we must fight and remember. "Cort, do you want to go home?" I said. Cort look at me and nod. "Cort, would you like to hear a story?" I said. Cort's eyes light up like a slot machine at Sol. "Yes, please, Uncle Vahn." Cort said. I put my arm around the boy's shoulder. "Did you ever hear the Legend of Legaia?" I said with smile as we walk away from the graves. From the cloudy sky, a ray of sunlight passes through. That moment, their friends have found their peace.
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