Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption; Unshed Tears ❯ Lonely Grave ( Chapter 1 )

Redemption: Unshed Tears

Lonely Grave

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Original Character. Eventual slash. Not very happy. Will eventually get better.

Might be long.

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It was a lonely grave, whipped by wind and forsaken by those that had once cried so helplessly over it. Within that churned earth, lying six feet deep in an oak prison lay a body that had once been something beautiful; but that beauty was gone now-and with it, it took the legend. There was nothing left, not word nor sign of the gentle, romantic love that had once flowed so easily from the cold, decayed body within. Somewhere, in the mind of a very young child, there lived a ghost that refused to be dislodged-the constant nagging memory of the mother she would never have. With her always, in a keep-sake box-the only gift of her father's, she kept a lock of her mother's hair. In her mind she envisioned afternoons in lazy sunshine where she could brush her mother's hair-oh, it had to have been long and beautiful.

But all those dreams were mere fantasies. They were lost. The grave was forgotten-by everyone but her. She stood against the wind, against the rain, against the sun and the hail to see this grave each year. But she stood alone-a child of four, of five, of six and now barely seven she still stood alone before the chiseled gravestone. Others were there, they called themselves her guardians and took great pains to insure her happiness, but their intentions were empty.

They didn't care-they had a loyalty to the son of a bitch that put her here.

They weren't protected her, they were protecting themselves, and him in a twisted way.

Loyalty was all that mattered in this twisted world and there yet to be a person she could be loyal to. Here she stood, heiress to every known fortune of man, and yet she didn't care for any of it. The most technologically advanced country in the world would be laid at her feet if she only asked, and then her mother's fortune that paid for everything she received. But none of that meant anything.

She screamed in frustration-at the rain, at the mindless drones behind her, at the grave, at her absent father and lastly-mostly-at her dead mother. Lightening ripped open the sky as she screamed and thunder shook the ground she stood on.

Wind whipped her obsidian hair around her face-hiding if only for a moment, the tears in her gray eyes. She fisted her gloved hands as fires burst along the line of graves. They were consumed without care by the power of a child who could not be taught to control that passion that sustained her life.

What had she to live for?

A dead mother, a deadened father? No brothers, no sisters-not even a pet to call her own. She had a country at her disposal-for it took only a moment, only a smile to charm her loving patron into giving her anything. She had the complete control of time that lingered in the forefront of her mind and the constant aura of her loving matron. She had an entire system of gardens under her control, and a fleet of loyal SeeD who would destroy the world if she so bid it.

More than anything else-more than all else-she had this power that lingered inside of her, that caused her heart to beat, her lungs to breath and her eyes to see. She had this power that burst like the flames over graves and ripped her apart like the lightening tore through the pale sky. She was a Sorceress.

She felt them shudder behind there, felt their petty fears and hid her smirk behind a tear or two. She had nothing, besides that fear, beside that exhilaration when she realized that what she held over their heads would cause them to fear her for eternity. For within her were all the secrets of power and past, of forbidden magic and future and she would speak only when pleased.

Her absent father might appear, for a moment or two, because of her outburst, and kindly remind her that she wasn't to use her magic like that. Maybe he would just send someone. He never liked to descend his net of debauchery and deadening to see her.

And then she began to cry.

Her poor mother, lying dead in a grave, overcome with weeds and worms, lying in a grave while her only child was raised in the same system that destroyed her husband-her Knight. But her mother's fight was over, lost-and the victor had claimed the spoils.

Her poor father, living in the ruin of his perfect dream; living in the wake of his own fame. Living through the hell of his repression, living with the gilded shackles of his prestigious office. Her poor father-for when the weight bore down to kill him, and the guillotine struck, his neck was safely hidden far away-in a distant shadow, in a distant dark. He was lost; far more lost, far more dead than her poor mother.

And then herself. But for herself, she had not pity. There was nothing she did not possess. There was little she did not know. There was no excitement in the splendor of a mid-afternoon sunshine-and not because it was not beautiful, but because she made it lackluster. She turned her bright world into a dark one. She turned friendship into betrayal fought anyone foolish enough to step into her path. Her absent father bore no responsibility-he knew nothing and preferred it that way. He didn't know of her nightly excursions to the training area of the garden. He didn't know that his seven year old daughter could destroy T-rexuars without assistance or exhaustion. Cadets and SeeD alike ran like children from T-Rexuars and she stood against them-bare a morsel of food for them-and destroyed them. Not with magic alone, though she could, but with the mockery of her father's legacy.

She stood among them with the heavy Griever around her neck, a mockery of her father's ring on her finger and a miniature of Leonhart by her side.

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Hello. Finally found a site to put this back on the web. Used to be on FF.net. Got kicked off because it's Nc-17. *Whatever*

Anywho; I'm a review junkie. *Got spoiled on FF.net; cause everyone reviews there.* But, I will post this all. I think it's almost completely finished. Except for the very last chapters. I should get them done before we get there.

So, Ta!