Niall snipars 👌

|♤| *uses energy to revive muse*

Needily attaches to @xrosenguard.

"Its been quiet around here. I guess there's no need for a fallen hero."

Inhale.

Inhales.

Inhales again.

Inhales sharply, making a chocobo call.

Still no reason for Zack to stay.

In the light of a thousand skies.

What is this?

A treasure.

~> It shone, it's purple hue reminding Zack if times far before the current. Back when he knew who he still was. He's no longer the puppy. It was a different Zack. A Zack who longed for things to be how they were before... Before Nibelheim. His disappearance had given ~>

~> him plenty of time to think and reminisce. Imagine how life could have turned out if he had let it be. If he had let the Turks take care of it all. If he had let Sephiroth go. Or if he had joined him. It was all him going to war with himself. It was ~>

~> either do what was right, or protect his honor. His pride. He was SOLDIER. But SOLDIER were monsters! He crushed the dumbapple in his hand, slinging the book into the wind, gripping the Buster Sword, holding it against his forehead. He wanted to erase the events of ~>

~> Nibelheim. What could have been for Zack then? He could be drinking with Kunsel! Training Luxiere! Leading a squadron! He could have saved Cloud from the anguish he had barren in the days after his death. He could have been building a new wagon with Aerith- ~>

~> He could have tried to save Angeal. He could have saved Lazard. He could have killed Hojo. So many possibilities... What was SOLDIER, really? How could such a thing been his dream? The simplest answer. Angeal. Back to thinking about Cloud, Zack lowers the ~>

~> Buster Sword, opening his eyes, staring into the skies. Cloud... Could Zack have been as Angeal was? Could he have been Cloud's very own Angeal? Cloud shouldn't be like this. He should still be that chocobo haired kid. The aspiring SOLDIER. But it was over... ~>

~> Aerith. Her wishes were never to cone true. Spending more time together.. Such a small request, yet it would never be. "... The gift of the Goddess... " And he extended his arm, a black feathered wing appearing, a tear running down his cheek. He still wanted ~>

~> those wings... He got the wrong ones.. {END}