Prolouge
Seifer fell to the ground, he was walking on some steep slope, and he was getting to tired to walk it. He lifted him self up tiredly, he had so little strength left in his beaten body.
After the Ultemicia incident, he had started traveling. No where precise in mine, just walking. His gunblade broken 32 fights ago was now probably 2 days hike from here, and since his gunblade had been broken, he was being forced to fight with his fists. They were bloody and swollen, how the hell did Zell do it? He had never been one for fist fights, his knuckles could never take it and ended up started to peel and bleed. That was why he always wore gloves, there were too many Scars on his hands, they were a weakness and he didn't want anyone to see it.
People say you could feel when death was near, that you would know that you were going to die. He felt it, and he knew it, he was going to die soon. But of course he never went down without a fight, or an explosion, in the case of Lunar Cry. That was his greatest problem , he thrived of attention, he was truly and an Attention Junkie.
Maybe the reason he was so pliable to Ultemicia's will was he never showed anyone the real him. The real him, the one he shoved down, was a face that would be forgotten, one someone would pass in the street and not notice. The fake him, the one he made, the arrogant, cocky, bully him, received the attention he craved. Sometimes he wondered why he did the things he did to the orphanage gang, how he had never tried to make friends with them, but when he met his posse he let them get close to him, see the forgettable him. Hyne was he glad that he had at least managed to make friends with Raijun and Fujin. If he hadn't he might of not been able to make it as far as he had in his life, even if he ruined it in the end.
It had been three months since his un-official exile from all towns, Gardens, Reserves are anywhere. Maybe if he had been nice when he was in Garden and in the Orphanage, maybe people would of welcomed him with open arms, like they had with Matron.
No the past what then, and it was now. Now he was exiled from anywhere that he might of hoped to have a normal life, and all the people he cared for hated him. Yes, he never showed it, but he cared for the whole orphanage gang.
He could almost see it from here, the orphanage, it was about a days travel from here. He could see it, just barely, he had always had better vision than most people… he was so glad that he was finally going to be there, he had been walking so long, trying to get here and he was just about to be there.
The orphanage, the only home he wasn't exiled, would soon be the home of his worst nightmare.
Seifer fell to the ground, he was walking on some steep slope, and he was getting to tired to walk it. He lifted him self up tiredly, he had so little strength left in his beaten body.
After the Ultemicia incident, he had started traveling. No where precise in mine, just walking. His gunblade broken 32 fights ago was now probably 2 days hike from here, and since his gunblade had been broken, he was being forced to fight with his fists. They were bloody and swollen, how the hell did Zell do it? He had never been one for fist fights, his knuckles could never take it and ended up started to peel and bleed. That was why he always wore gloves, there were too many Scars on his hands, they were a weakness and he didn't want anyone to see it.
People say you could feel when death was near, that you would know that you were going to die. He felt it, and he knew it, he was going to die soon. But of course he never went down without a fight, or an explosion, in the case of Lunar Cry. That was his greatest problem , he thrived of attention, he was truly and an Attention Junkie.
Maybe the reason he was so pliable to Ultemicia's will was he never showed anyone the real him. The real him, the one he shoved down, was a face that would be forgotten, one someone would pass in the street and not notice. The fake him, the one he made, the arrogant, cocky, bully him, received the attention he craved. Sometimes he wondered why he did the things he did to the orphanage gang, how he had never tried to make friends with them, but when he met his posse he let them get close to him, see the forgettable him. Hyne was he glad that he had at least managed to make friends with Raijun and Fujin. If he hadn't he might of not been able to make it as far as he had in his life, even if he ruined it in the end.
It had been three months since his un-official exile from all towns, Gardens, Reserves are anywhere. Maybe if he had been nice when he was in Garden and in the Orphanage, maybe people would of welcomed him with open arms, like they had with Matron.
No the past what then, and it was now. Now he was exiled from anywhere that he might of hoped to have a normal life, and all the people he cared for hated him. Yes, he never showed it, but he cared for the whole orphanage gang.
He could almost see it from here, the orphanage, it was about a days travel from here. He could see it, just barely, he had always had better vision than most people… he was so glad that he was finally going to be there, he had been walking so long, trying to get here and he was just about to be there.
The orphanage, the only home he wasn't exiled, would soon be the home of his worst nightmare.