It’s been almost a year since the events on the moon. People are doing better. The City is doing better, it’s been cleaned up and buildings have been rebuilt. The moon doesn’t show up in the night sky anymore. It no longer reflects light from the sun. A permanent New Moon.
It’s nearly nine in the evening, and the moon isn’t there as per the usual. For a moment though, a bright light flashes in the sky where the moon is, a hole appearing in the sphere around the moon. It’s there for only a moment before sealing itself, but something could be seen falling from it.
People who see it could think a couple things.
Either Asura fell..
Or Crona did.
Someone should check it out.
Fortunately enough, it was Crona. Though she seems extremely worse for ware, lying in the hole her impact created in the desert. Quietly mumbling pleas for help. Or pleas for death... Occasionally the words “Please stop” ring out, if not quietly.
She’s so quiet. So relieved, yet so pained. She’s not prepared for anything. She doesn’t want to be hurt more, but feels she deserves it. There are many thoughts flying through her head.
Her soul has dried again, aside from some kind of small Oasis.
The only memories she has left of her friends. Faces, mostly. Voices have faded. She wishes desperately she could remember voices. Black*Star... He had such a distinctive one, didn’t he?
Or was it Maka..
She remembers Maka the most.
Brave, smart, kind.
She wishes she could see Maka again.
Maybe I’ll just die here.
That’d be alright maybe.
