Note: I do not own the Eureka 7 story or any of its characters.
In this fanfiction, I tried to capture the essence of each character's true personality. However, in Eureka and Anemone's case...they are portrayed as their original selves, before growth takes place.
Warning: The following document contains some character deaths and sexual content
(Chapter 1: Memories Past)
As night falls, dazzling hues of red-orange and violet burn across the fading horizon. Ghosts of a sapphire moon dance on the face of ancient waters. Each ripple seems to echoe the embrace of time immemorable, and a future unknown. Golden spires of a Voderak shrine cast their light atop craggy mountaintops, returning the firey radiance of a sun now resting behind it.
This place was once a Mecca, drawing millions of Voderak people from all corners of the globe. Some sought spiritual enlightenment while others were in search of a safe haven in the wake of religious persecution. Many dreams and hopes lie shattered within the gates of the massive Voderak shrine. What once was a refuge, vibrant with daily rythms of life is now blanketed in silence. Thick stillness whispers to the hearts of would-be heroes, the secrets that lie within.
High atop a garden terrace, Eureka finds her perch beside a bubbling fountain. She soaks in the dying strength of the sun's warmth and releases a long sigh. While Eureka's violet eyes revel in the glory of another dying day, she entertains memories of a distant past. With a smile, she holds her emerald doll...Nirvash...a little closer. She caresses its forehead and starts to coo with the gentleness of a new mother, "Oh Nirvash, why did I ever want to be human anyway? Your happiness is all that ever mattered to me. Renton might have hurt you, but I will make it better. You'll see. One day...you will smile again." Eureka turns to let her fingers trail listlessly through clear waters. A single red tear traces its way down her delicate cheek only to quiver on her chin and fall as the sacred Voderak pool begins to run red with the blood of the innocent.
Chapter 2: The Novak Family Legacy
As he runs down the hallway, all Dominic can hear is the sound of his own heart racing. He slows down and tries to gather himself as he nears the medic bay. Frantically searching his mind for the right words, Dominic pushes open the medic bay doors and prepares to confront the doctor. In the corner, poor Anemone presses her back to the cold, unyeilding wall. Her lower lip trembles as her eyes scan the room for an opening, but there is nowhere to run. The nurses have her surrounded. Dominic can hear Anemone's screechy, desparate whimpering float across the room as she begs, "No...No,, please I don't want it. I don't want iiiiit!" He is already too late. The mind-altering Diazo drug is coursing through her veins. Only this time, the change is permanent.
Anemone raises her bowed head, a little dizzy at first. But when she locks eyes with general Novak entering the room, a jagged smile slowly curls her lips. When Dominic sees the venom in her eyes, he realizes that the Anemone he once knew is gone. The creature standing before him will now and forevermore be General Novak's "Goddess of War".
