|| First Strike ||

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Whoa, okay! This is... ah. Not quite where I wanted to end up, to be honest. In fact, this doesn't look like the Lifestream at all. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I popped up on a spaceship or somethin'!

Imagine that.

Me.

In space.

[He pauses, slowly looking into the camera with bright blue eyes.]

...oh, don't even tell me!

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[keeperonenya.livejournal.com]

Understandable.

I do not believe it is someone you know. His name is Maes Hughes.

Well, the spirits of the Eldar that die from battle wounds go to the Halls of Mandos for time before they are re-embodied. Not even the wisest among us know what happens to the spirits of Men, however. And I am fairly certain that this only happens in my world, just as this "Lifestream" you describe is peculiar to yours.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[He heaves out a sigh of relief, almost bending over himself just from the sheer weight off his shoulders. If that had been Angeal...]

No, I don't, sorry. But thanks for lettin' me know anyway. I wouldn't want anythin' bad happenin' to who's left back home.

I... honestly can't say I know what happens to us after we pass on, either. I was only there for a little bit before I popped up here. Someone was guiding me through, an' I just remember startin' to feel real tired.

[keeperonenya.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

Oh, where are my manners? I am Galadriel, and you are?

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Zack Fair! Former SOLDIER First Class and all-around handyman! Nice to meet ya, Galadriel.

[keeperonenya.livejournal.com]

The feeling is mutual, Zack Fair. It is good to meet you.