We cant have kids. We're just a character in a tale, where some day we will vanish completely after saving the world, and our story ends.
Minfilia will be elderly, telling our story as a bed time to her grandchildren. The 'Hero of Light', her 'best friend'. All of the adventures they had together. She'll always reminisce on it, and get teary eyed when telling the story, and how she misses her friend. You'll get a glimpse of the other scions more aged, living their lives peacefully thanks to you. There are books based on your deeds, often used as children stories of a hero saving the world, but no one knows it truly happened, and all of your deed remain uncredited. Slowly, the world is forgetting about you. Only those who were closest to you even remember your name.
They often question why you would leave without saying goodbye. Where you'd have gone. It's been years and all efforts in searching for you has been for naught. They didn't know much about you to begin with. Whether or not you had family, or where you even came from. You were just a new adventurer on the beginning of your journey, making it by through helping those in need. A kind soul that they were drawn to by the blessing of light.
They began thinking up reasons as to why you may have left. Perhaps you wanted to find purpose elsewhere? Maybe you didn't like the pressure the Scions have placed on you? They blamed themselves for not noticing these things. The truth however, lied within the light.
Created by the Light, a hero who's chapter is over is returned to the Light. Left as nothing but a memory to those you held close. Those who are destined to play a different role in all of Eorzea. Those who considered you a friend.
The Warrior of Light.
*Big book closes and FFXIV logo appears across it*
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