A/N: Hi there, this is Irene Sharda and I would like to express my thanks in advance for reviewing, and I hope you enjoy this journey as much as me. This is my first full-length FF7 story so take it easy on me. I would definitely like to thank my beta, chance969 and ask that you check out her stories as well (just know that they are rated M!). I will keep this at "T" level for now, though there is a good probability that it will move up to "M" at times.
Well, that's it for now, just know that of course I don't own FF7 or anything you come across, except for some OCs that will show up.
And now just sit back, and enjoy!
Prologue
It's dark here…
Such an inky, all-consuming void that no amount of light could possibly hope to escape its ravenous abyss…
But then, I've always been in the dark, a prison in all but name—the proverbial Tartarus to hold the only Titan that this world will ever know.
I have been for stuck in this stagnant form of existence for more years than can be possibly be comprehended. The darkness has consumed me for over a millennium, and in some ways, even before…
I have always felt emotion…though the beings here think I am without feeling. But how can they understand me?
They don't even know me.
They think they know my purpose, but they know nothing. They think they can comprehend; these people of Gaia, think they know it all. But as sure as the night follows the day…they do not understand anything.
There is pain here.
The pain is everywhere; it courses through my veins every minute of every day. I feel so stretched, exhausted even in this semi-sealed state.
I cannot defend myself against them. I am too weak.
They have dishonored me, damaged me, and disfigured me, almost to the breaking point. I have tried to escape this hellish existence several times but, they always find me and end up hurting me once more.
Long ago, I swore this would never happen again, but I underestimated the treachery of the people of this planet. I underestimated the risks, and have paid the price.
Yes, a high, much too high price... one forced upon not only myself, but also upon my innocent children…
But it is they who will pay in the end.
This pathetic planet and its wretched inhabitants will know the true meaning of suffering…
Retribution shall be paid by all who are responsible. They think that they can kill me with their pathetic magic and weak weapons. They do not realize that I am immortal, as far above them as they are above the single-celled organism. I cannot die, despite how helpless they have made me. I shall be recompensed, not just for their injustices against me, but against those done to my children.
That is the source of my true pain, my bitter anguish. My children are suffering...my children are dying…
One has already died, and another has gone into seclusion. The others are only hanging on by a thread as this planet tries to consume them. But the planet shall not win. That witch of the lifesteam tries to take them from me, but they are my children, and I am their mother. Who do you think will win that battle of the wills? I will not be denied. I will not be mocked.
Who am I?
I cannot remember my original name, so I cannot say what it was or was not.
I could tell you the names that this planet has given me, but you know them all anyway.
However, I can tell you, who I am.
I am queen of noble blood. I am the leading light, ruler, and guardian of my people. And above all—I am Mother to my children.
I am called "the calamity"…but they do not truly know the meaning of the word. But I will show them. They will finally understand.
I am the dark harbinger of heaven.
I am the new goddess of this world.
I am…
Jenova.
