Fan Fiction ❯ Irony of the Hero ❯ Thoughts from Yesterday, Dreams of the Future ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Thoughts from Yesterday, Dreams of the Future

 

Noa: `Almost like yesterday, it was me, Vahn, and Gala. With Terra, Meta, and Ozma.'

 

It was the time of the year, when everyone celebrated the Anniversary of the Ra-Seru Heroes. When the world was freed completely of the Mist and its henchmen; when Noa missed Terra the most.

Noa: “Terra. You didn't lie to me. I really didn't hate you. You didn't lie to me.”

 

She watched her baby brother help another child pick up the daycare toys.

 

Noa: “I'm not alone. I'll never be alone.”

 

After the revival of RimElm, Noa had set off to find a life for her and Cort. It was then a newly wed couple in Jeremi suggested that she live with them in Buma. However, when the couple bore a child of their own, Noa rekindled her friendship with Cara and Grantes. The couple took her and Cort in with delight. Grantes, with the rest of the Soren, had gone to help with the Reconstruction of Conkram. He was gone often, for long periods of time, and Cara truly enjoyed the company at the daycare. Noa helped Cara and a few other women that had lost loved ones to the Mist by babysitting at the Sol daycare. Cort was enjoying his new life, with no recollections of the previous one. He was constantly surrounded by children who admired him, and he returning the admiration. There was hardly a moment that he spent alone unwillingly. A possible reason why, in the past, he chose the accompaniment of a seru. Noa couldn't be more happier for her brother. Yet, she found herself taking on a bit of dismay concerning Luctes, Grantes' silent rash brother. He still remained arrogant, and a bit too proud. However Noa knew the reason why he remained in his way. She knew he was hurt, emotionally. Having to live in Buma to learn the ways of ground dwellers from his `thought' betraying brother. After the flying seru begin to die off, the Soren had to relocate to the earth. And he hated having to be incompetent, and relearn how to live as a surface dweller. So many times she found him at the Genesis garden, gazing at the skies, tears streaming from his eyes. Reliving the days of his freedom and right to soar through the skies that he had become denied of. She would talk to him, sometimes it helped. They would converse of anything that came to mind. Noa realized, he wasn't just a proud Soren, that he had learned much for a newling surface dweller. Luctes came to notice, that, the same girl he had flown to the Floating Castle, for instantaneous moment as he and she sat from each other, had grown into a fine young woman.

Noa would find herself smiling all too commonly. She had made so many new friends as had Cort. And with his expressionless and awe-inspired face when he studied and took in all new experiences. She finally, she understood how Terra had come to love her. Why she `admired' her pure and innocent heart. Just his innocence; his pure of heart, and his joy and laughter, all these things were so new and precious.

Cort: “I'm the Ruler of Legaia!”

Noa jerked around, a terrified expression frozen onto her face. She trembled so badly that she dropped the bottle she was preparing for the baby in the next room, and scored herself. Cort!...Was it possible….that a lingerment of the past still resided within him. What if Juggernaught managed to have manifested his soul? Cara chuckled and patted the boy on the head.

Cara: “For sharing your toys with the children, and being nice to them. You get to wear this crown! Good job!”

She placed a paper crown onto his head, and glanced up at Noa, instantly realizing her injury.

Cort: “AW! Noa's hurt!”

He sobbed, rushing to hold her hand as Cara rushed to find something to wrap the wounds. Noa comforted her brother while being tended to. The children circled and embraced her, trying to comfort her. Small sobs and `it'll be oks' surrounded her. Yet, she glanced down at her wailing brother. He whom, four years ago, would have relished the very of seeing her in the situation she was enduring.

Noa: “I'm….I'm ok. I'm not hurt.”

She managed to force herself to smile, masking herself of her embarrassment. She needed to put the suspicion to rest that Cort would take to his past ways. That the Ra-Seru's attempt of defying fate, so Cort could live a life of good hadn't been in vain. It was unfair to automatically assume that the boy was bound to err again. However, were there such a thing as not worrying enough? She excused herself from the daycare and followed the stairwell onto the roof. There she stood and gazed at the evening horizon, silently sobbing. Where had the time gone? Why had the time gone by so quickly? An uneasy feeling swept throughout her body. Such an eerie chill, she found herself shivering. Footsteps ascended from behind.

Cara: “Noa. You've been working so hard lately. And since it is the day you and the boys-”

While she tried to offer her a comforting arm, Noa shook her head, declining the comfort. She tried to ease her mind of the painful remembrance of having to see Conkram the way it had been, Rim Elm, and other horrible memories of the Mist all together, and then having to say goodbye. Goodbye to her dear companions-

Noa: “I miss them Cara. I miss a whole lot. But,…I can't. ”

Tears began to form in her eyes as memories of Terra invaded her mind. Having to send her Neo form self out to sea. Slowly dying, she asked, literally begged her to not forget her.

 

*The Outer Limits of Rim Elm*

There the three of them, the heroes of Legaia, remained. Trying as best as they could to comfort their ailing friends, the tree youths set camp, to care for Meta, Ozma, and Terra.

Gala: “Ozma!”

His face furrowed in such hurt, such agony! He, the oldest of the three, sobbing uncontrollably over a seru he had been taught to despise from the beginning. Noa kneeled down to Terra, having laid a few of her battle robes over her.

Terra: <Noa….Noa,…thank you. Even though I don't understand why you're doing this,… Y-you three shouldn't be here!>

Ozma: <Gala! Let us die with honor. I don't want you to witness any more death than you have! We're just seru. It was our being that caused Legaia so much chaos. We were the partly the reason for the Mist!>

Gala clenched a fist and shook it at Ozma, whom weakly chuckled. He never felt so furious! Ozma made jokes, but the recent one was the cruelest-! Vahn seemed to have heard, and spun around. His glared at Gala and Noa with piercing, teary-red eyes. Never had they, or the Ra-Seru, seen such malicious fury.

Vahn: “You three are just trying to make us mad, so we'll leave you to die. That's not happening. You all die,….a part of us dies.”

Gala: “Vahn,… the Great Genesis is dying. The Seru-Kai is done for!”

He grabbed Vahn by the front of his vest. Vahn kicked at his feet, and landed a blow to his chest. Noa screamed out and ran to the fallen rival.

Noa: “Vahn! Stop it! Don't you hurt Gala!”

She stomped her foot, and stanced for a round with Vahn, however Meta called out to him.

Meta: <Vahn! What's wrong with you! Knock it off!>

Vahn huffed haughtily, and glared down at Gala. He couldn't even figure out what was wrong with himself. So many raw emotions surging through him, he couldn't control his actions. Sure, Gala could cry, because he had trusted Ozma so much to where they had bonded. Noa could mourn being that Terra had raised her, thus somewhat her mother-figure. Yet,…Vahn couldn't. It would be pathetic for them to see him cry, and what could he cry over? Even though Meta was a Ra-Seru, he was still a seru.

Vahn: “Meta. If you die,….I…I-”

He bowed his head, and gritted his teeth angrily. Meta lifted his armor'd head and looked to Vahn.

Meta: <Vahn. I worry about you.>

Vahn looked away and turned opposite of them.

Vahn: “Sometimes I worry about myself too. Because,….I don't know who I'll be after you're gone.”

After the Ra-Seru's death, Noa found Cort in a patch of flowers in the Rim Elm's Genesis Tree Grotto. Gala was adopted into Maya's home, where he and Mei developed a strong sibling ship. Tetsu and Gala together began a fellowship to teach the young ones of RimElm of discipline and self-defense. Although, Vahn…-

What had happened to Vahn?

Word had been about of Ixis and Mei's marriage, and they to have a child. Was it possible that Vahn carried on a choice of loneliness as he had promised Meta?

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Noa noticed the sky growing dark and the lights of the roof being turned on. Below, she could see the tower liven up with shuffling people, and she heard the echo of techno music from Sol Dance Club.

Cara: “Noa. Maybe you should go and see the boys tomorrow. I'll take care of Cort.”

Noa: “But, Cara! It's ok! I was just thinking-”

Cara: “No! Silly! You three ought to get together! It-”

Cara's grin narrowed, into a thin frown. Even though she had been jealous of Noa, it was a sad event that the Ra-Seru had to share the same fate as the rest of ordinary seru. Being that the Holy seru were so much more.

Cara: “It is the day that…Terra died.”

Noa choked back the sob, and wiped away her tears. Not only was it the day that Terra, but Ozma, and Meta died, it was the day that Terra begged her to watch over Vahn, and to be careful of him. She was so confused, being she felt so many emotions for him during their adventure that she dreamt odd dreams. And in those dreams, she could see a shadow of a figure, a black demon killing him. Or what it seemed before she awoke in a drench of cold sweat. Cara knew of these nightmares all too commonly. Noa turned to Cara, and rubbed her eyes.

Noa: “I that dream again last night, Cara. I was so scared. I'm scared for Vahn. But…”

She took in a breath, and sighed. She was scared of Vahn. After leaving RimElm to find her, he found her in Buma. With Luctes as it seemed. Vahn then became another person that day, and to Noa, he became a nightmare. And though the dreams at night never finished out, Noa feared something horrible.

Noa: “I keep dreaming he's going to be hurt.”

“So, you feel it too.”

A random, familiar voice. Cara and Noa gasped as they saw Gala step onto the roof, brow furrowing with concern.