TITLE: ETERNAL WINTER
DATE: JUNE 23, 2002
NOTES: Wow... I just had an inspiration rush. After reading through a bunch of fan fictions, I was just, like, overwhelmed. This story, "Eternal Winter," is based on Alcyone's depression after she brakes free of Debonair's control and realizes Zagoto is dead. During this timeline, she has been taken to Cephiro Castle where is basically bed ridden for the rest of the series. This is a little on the depressing side...or at least I hope it turns out that good ^_^()
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Blood trickles down my pale arms, staining the white gown and dripping onto the bed sheets, mixing with my tears. Such a cold bitch, I am. I dig my finger nails into my own arms out of sorrow, yet I won't speak a word to those who need it. That demon, Debonair, with her dead, perhaps a new pillar could be found. Perhaps this world would be saved. Yet I refuse to tell them where Debonair is.
I gaze out the window, watching Cephiro crumble away, now that the pillar has passed away. But I don't give a damn anymore. This world can crumble away, and my life could end, but I wouldn't give a damn.
I rub a hand over my blood. So cold...This poor corpse of a woman. "Poor" ...strange how I still pity myself. Have I, of all people, ever wanted pity? No...only love. Respect. But there is no respect or honor for such a pathetic bitch. I have never felt this pathetic, this pitiful. Not even on the day I was rejected and abandoned by...Zagoto. The tears continue to come, like a sea of pain. Itoshii Zagoto-sama. Even if he never returned my feelings, I could not hold a grudge against him. How can you hold a grudge against someone you love...Someone you give everything to, only to take the fall in the end.
Even if...Zagoto hated me, I would still ask myself why. Why was I allowed to survive after his death? To suffer? To pay for the sins I have committed?
So utterly pathetic. I cannot even end my own life. I lack the will.
Will...the power that rules Cephiro. If only my will was stronger. Maybe then I could have died. For there would be life in death.
Damn you, Debonair. Why did you pull me into this all? Why couldn't you just allow me to die. Cruel demon...
No. I cannot blame another for my pathetic will power. Only I am to blame. Only I, the cold bitch.
I can still recall the words of Guru Clef. He told me with the pillar, Cephiro can be supported. All the land is under an enternal spring. But no longer. Now there is only the cold misery. An eternal winter...
DATE: JUNE 23, 2002
NOTES: Wow... I just had an inspiration rush. After reading through a bunch of fan fictions, I was just, like, overwhelmed. This story, "Eternal Winter," is based on Alcyone's depression after she brakes free of Debonair's control and realizes Zagoto is dead. During this timeline, she has been taken to Cephiro Castle where is basically bed ridden for the rest of the series. This is a little on the depressing side...or at least I hope it turns out that good ^_^()
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Blood trickles down my pale arms, staining the white gown and dripping onto the bed sheets, mixing with my tears. Such a cold bitch, I am. I dig my finger nails into my own arms out of sorrow, yet I won't speak a word to those who need it. That demon, Debonair, with her dead, perhaps a new pillar could be found. Perhaps this world would be saved. Yet I refuse to tell them where Debonair is.
I gaze out the window, watching Cephiro crumble away, now that the pillar has passed away. But I don't give a damn anymore. This world can crumble away, and my life could end, but I wouldn't give a damn.
I rub a hand over my blood. So cold...This poor corpse of a woman. "Poor" ...strange how I still pity myself. Have I, of all people, ever wanted pity? No...only love. Respect. But there is no respect or honor for such a pathetic bitch. I have never felt this pathetic, this pitiful. Not even on the day I was rejected and abandoned by...Zagoto. The tears continue to come, like a sea of pain. Itoshii Zagoto-sama. Even if he never returned my feelings, I could not hold a grudge against him. How can you hold a grudge against someone you love...Someone you give everything to, only to take the fall in the end.
Even if...Zagoto hated me, I would still ask myself why. Why was I allowed to survive after his death? To suffer? To pay for the sins I have committed?
So utterly pathetic. I cannot even end my own life. I lack the will.
Will...the power that rules Cephiro. If only my will was stronger. Maybe then I could have died. For there would be life in death.
Damn you, Debonair. Why did you pull me into this all? Why couldn't you just allow me to die. Cruel demon...
No. I cannot blame another for my pathetic will power. Only I am to blame. Only I, the cold bitch.
I can still recall the words of Guru Clef. He told me with the pillar, Cephiro can be supported. All the land is under an enternal spring. But no longer. Now there is only the cold misery. An eternal winter...