7th Day of Summer, 514 AV Temple of All Gods, Syliras
They say you're the god of change. Well, fair enough. I could use a change right now.
The Temple of All Gods in Syliras was dark that night, quiet enough that Valien felt like he was the only soul walking in its halls. The night certainly wasn't a stranger to him, not after a life in Ravok. He didn't know what had caused him to slip out of bed, to go wandering from his small apartment deep within the castle and come back to this place after his first failed attempt at prayer. Maybe it was the moon.
Maybe it was the memory of her.
Either way, the man stood near the back of the temple, his hands slipped casually into his pockets and his back against the wall as he looked up at the sky. He looked like a man who was lounging rather than praying, which was also fair enough. He'd never truly learned how to pray, he supposed. Not to other gods.
This feels strange, he thought, his eyes turned skyward. Can you even hear me like this? Well, you're a god. I suppose you can. Frankly, I've never really paid much stock in the gods. I don't even know why I'm here. I guess I've gone crazy.
He drew in a ragged breath, his hands slipping from his pocket so that he could fold his arms across his chest. No wonder. I loved her, you know? I loved her so much, and now she's gone. I close my eyes, and I think I'll open them to see her next to me, and I don't. I don't, and then I remember that she's gone, and then I remember that she died screaming. She was everything, she was sunlight, and now she's gone. Do you know how that feels? He paused, remembering who he was talking to as his eyes tracked the moonlight playing through the stained glass windows across the high ceilings. He lowered his eyes, snorting softly through the tightness in his throat.
Yeah, I guess you do, he said. Do you ever wonder if you could have done anything to change it? When they took her away...you know, I was there. I thought about fighting. But it was a choice between fighting for her, and dying, and getting my little girl out of there. Serah... His hands clenched into fists, digging into his arms. ...She's everything to me. But I wonder everyday, if I could have saved her, and it's driving me insane.
She's probably up there with all of you, isn't she? Dancing with the stars? She was too good for that rotten city. Petch, she was too good for me, but she stayed with me anyway, and I lied to her.
He closed his eyes, leaning the back of his head against the wall. For a moment, his strength left, and he worried that he'd sag against it.
I could never be good enough for her...Even if I lived a thousand lives.
I'll never make up for it, will I? Everything I've done.
I want to change. Even if only for Serah's sake. Does that make any sense? I want...
...I want to leave this world a better man than I was when she left it. I want to become the man she thought I was. Does that make any sense at all, or am I just a crazy person talking to the moon?
Look. Leth. Lord Leth, if you prefer. I'm not asking for your protection. I've always protected myself, and I've done just fine. I'm not asking for any special favors, or for money, or for any of those things.
But they say you're the god of change. And I...don't know what to do.
Help. |