Chapter One: Seifer's Vow
1: It Begins . . . Again
After what we all thought was the end, a shadow falls on the land. The wind blowing viciously through the tree branches as a man stands solemnly on a low laying cliff. His grey-silver cloak whips out behind his solid body, his face grave as ash.
The clouds are mounting into the night sky, as the storm begins to rage down on the land. Yet a hard determination remains within his icy blue eyes. His sword, a famous gunblade, is held within one of his powerful hands, lays dormant by his side.
The moon, barely visible now due to the thunderstorm, is turning blood red. Every nook on its surface is a shifting swarming animal, moving fluidly like the blood cells in his veins. Shaken by the ghastly scene that he's seen before, he turns his head away.
A cold breeze brushes by him holding a familiar sight; a feather whips violently by his face. Rinoa. He bows his head again and wishes that the feather had taken another path. But like life, a feather cannot choose its path . . . it's way is forced by the destined hands of fate.
He shudders, remembering the past . . . those times of confusion and hatred. He could never really get over the ideas that he held then. His romantic dream had been nothing but a flaw in reality. He left his companions . . . his friends, although at the time he would never have admitted that they were even acquaintances. Just so he could get what he wanted . . . greed, such a shame.
Turning his eyes outward from the depths of his own existence, he notices that he's no longer alone on this flower-covered cliff. The storm above him is raging its intricate ballet between light and darkness and sound and silence.
"Edea? What are you doing here?" The man asks.
"I see you've noticed that it has started again Seifer, the Lunar Cry has begun." She says not really answering his question. A bolt of lightning cast her image as a silhouette for a moment.
"But why is it happening again? What does this all mean for us?" he asks as timid as a young boy who asks his mother for a new Triple Triad card.
"Evil is coming, I can sense it. Not just the monsters from the moon, but something even more catastrophic" she says nearly having to yell over the howl of the wind in her ears.
"What kind of evil? Whatever . . . what should I do?" Seifer asks. He stands in silence for a moment; hating himself for not understanding what she is saying.
"Seifer . . . settle yourself. You must play a major role in helping us, and the world. I need you again . . . we all need you." She says attempting to comfort a person who is as antisocial as a snail.
"Let me get this straight . . . you need me? For what, I am nothing but a failure." Seifer replies sounding more and more depressed with each small word uttered.
"We need to find Squall and Rinoa! We need you and the SeeDs' to help us find them! Now come with me, the Garden is about to leave. Think what I've said through, it's true we do need you!" she says luring him away from the edge of the cliff.
They walk side-by-side back toward the hovering Garden. Edea seems to float over the green grasses, her head held high, like a princess. Yet Seifer drags through the grass with heavy feet, leaving two distinct lines of passing. His head held low.
1: It Begins . . . Again
After what we all thought was the end, a shadow falls on the land. The wind blowing viciously through the tree branches as a man stands solemnly on a low laying cliff. His grey-silver cloak whips out behind his solid body, his face grave as ash.
The clouds are mounting into the night sky, as the storm begins to rage down on the land. Yet a hard determination remains within his icy blue eyes. His sword, a famous gunblade, is held within one of his powerful hands, lays dormant by his side.
The moon, barely visible now due to the thunderstorm, is turning blood red. Every nook on its surface is a shifting swarming animal, moving fluidly like the blood cells in his veins. Shaken by the ghastly scene that he's seen before, he turns his head away.
A cold breeze brushes by him holding a familiar sight; a feather whips violently by his face. Rinoa. He bows his head again and wishes that the feather had taken another path. But like life, a feather cannot choose its path . . . it's way is forced by the destined hands of fate.
He shudders, remembering the past . . . those times of confusion and hatred. He could never really get over the ideas that he held then. His romantic dream had been nothing but a flaw in reality. He left his companions . . . his friends, although at the time he would never have admitted that they were even acquaintances. Just so he could get what he wanted . . . greed, such a shame.
Turning his eyes outward from the depths of his own existence, he notices that he's no longer alone on this flower-covered cliff. The storm above him is raging its intricate ballet between light and darkness and sound and silence.
"Edea? What are you doing here?" The man asks.
"I see you've noticed that it has started again Seifer, the Lunar Cry has begun." She says not really answering his question. A bolt of lightning cast her image as a silhouette for a moment.
"But why is it happening again? What does this all mean for us?" he asks as timid as a young boy who asks his mother for a new Triple Triad card.
"Evil is coming, I can sense it. Not just the monsters from the moon, but something even more catastrophic" she says nearly having to yell over the howl of the wind in her ears.
"What kind of evil? Whatever . . . what should I do?" Seifer asks. He stands in silence for a moment; hating himself for not understanding what she is saying.
"Seifer . . . settle yourself. You must play a major role in helping us, and the world. I need you again . . . we all need you." She says attempting to comfort a person who is as antisocial as a snail.
"Let me get this straight . . . you need me? For what, I am nothing but a failure." Seifer replies sounding more and more depressed with each small word uttered.
"We need to find Squall and Rinoa! We need you and the SeeDs' to help us find them! Now come with me, the Garden is about to leave. Think what I've said through, it's true we do need you!" she says luring him away from the edge of the cliff.
They walk side-by-side back toward the hovering Garden. Edea seems to float over the green grasses, her head held high, like a princess. Yet Seifer drags through the grass with heavy feet, leaving two distinct lines of passing. His head held low.