Final Fantasy Oneshots

❦ Amidst the Wood ❦ Fran

Fran walked amidst the many tall trees; the trees she had grown to love during her childhood, the trees that would no longer speak to her. Her long furry white ear twitched above her head as one of the Couerls nearby began to roar at the others of its kind. Fran paid it no more heed as she continued, bow strung up along her back and her heels sinking into the soft earth as she walked.

She missed hearing the Wood’s sweet words, its whisperings. You would never feel lonely as long as the Wood would speak to you.

But she had broken all ties to the Wood when she had run away, wanting freedom and to see the world.

While she had friends, Balthier of course, and there was Vaan and Penelo and the others, she was still lonely. She always remembered, late at night, the Wood’s voice in her ears when she was but a child.

And in amidst the Wood, in that solitude, loneliness, and silence she realized that the price for freedom was a heavy price, indeed.