Every journey has an end. It does not mean that there isn't another beginning just beyond it. --- A series of vignettes of more concrete endings for the characters after the credits start to roll.

LAST GIFT OF THE PHOENIX Joshua’s tenuous grip on consciousness had gotten stronger since their return to the Hideaway. Not being tied to a chocobo saddle helped immensely, but honestly he couldn’t complain. He was alive. Alive, when he was absolutely, 100% certain he had died. He was not sure what Clive had done, only that he was sure Clive had done something and that something had ignited the tiny spark of the Phoenix that had stayed behind rather than be given to his brot

EMBERS OF IFRIT Death was a lot noisier than he’d been expecting. He’d heard tell that death was when the quiet finally overcame everything, until that’s all there was and you faded away, or went to embrace of whatever god awaited in the afterlife, if that was what one believed. He did not expect the ringing and high pitched whines, interspersed with muffled…somethings. He couldn’t rightly call them words. There was a vague sense of movement, but he was numb. Probably the

SHADOW OF BAHAMUT For almost a year Terence had held out hope that someone would find something. Anything. They never did, and likely never would. There was too much wreckage, too much swallowed up by the sea. Even the king of dragons could not survive the sea if he were to fall. The temptation to search until his last breath was strong, but the world was in chaos from the loss of the crystal's blessings, and Terence was not alone. His Prince's orders had been to find the