KujaÕs Fallen Angel
Prologue
This tale takes place after the events of Final Fantasy IX, recording the events and adventures of Kuja after he was defeated and trapped in the Iifa Tree and saved Zidane for reasons that he did not understand...
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Where am I? What happened? ... Oh... yes... Now I remember... Zidane. My idiot ÒbrotherÓ. After he and his friends defeated me, I was transported out of Memoria. They defeated the monster. They won. They escaped... And I was left to die alone, like I was supposed to. I was always meant to die alone. But, he came back. Just like him, really. Heroic. Ignorantly heroic. Just like I wanted to be... Yes... No one can hear me here, why lie? I... I donÕt... I donÕt know... Maybe IÕve always lied... Lied to myself. I still want to be like him... With friends, people who actually care... Still, he came back... for me... what did I ever do to make him want to help me? I was always... such... such a jerk, as he would say it... I had to transport him out. I had to die in peace. Alone. Just as I was supposed to. I was only a simple prototype, made to wear out in time and be replaced... I was made to be alone... So then, if this is death, let it come. It can do nothing more to me! I am already alone. I always have been. But... I... I wish...
I wish I wasnÕt alone anymore....
Prologue
This tale takes place after the events of Final Fantasy IX, recording the events and adventures of Kuja after he was defeated and trapped in the Iifa Tree and saved Zidane for reasons that he did not understand...
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Where am I? What happened? ... Oh... yes... Now I remember... Zidane. My idiot ÒbrotherÓ. After he and his friends defeated me, I was transported out of Memoria. They defeated the monster. They won. They escaped... And I was left to die alone, like I was supposed to. I was always meant to die alone. But, he came back. Just like him, really. Heroic. Ignorantly heroic. Just like I wanted to be... Yes... No one can hear me here, why lie? I... I donÕt... I donÕt know... Maybe IÕve always lied... Lied to myself. I still want to be like him... With friends, people who actually care... Still, he came back... for me... what did I ever do to make him want to help me? I was always... such... such a jerk, as he would say it... I had to transport him out. I had to die in peace. Alone. Just as I was supposed to. I was only a simple prototype, made to wear out in time and be replaced... I was made to be alone... So then, if this is death, let it come. It can do nothing more to me! I am already alone. I always have been. But... I... I wish...
I wish I wasnÕt alone anymore....