Ice On The Window
Prologue
Disclaimer I do not own ffx, ffx-2, ffviii, ffviii
A/N: I didn't Intend to post this but I figured that it's good enough so here it is
I looked out the cold window; drops of water streaming down the panes, reflecting my mood to its very core. She is gone, a petal torn off our family's flower and now drifting faithlessly in the wind. My sister, Yuna, is gone.
Death is a hard picture to look at, messy, not clear... it's hard to find justice in its scrambled lines its hard to find meaning... its hard to find purpose... but most of all it's hard to find closure.
I don't know the whole story behind her disappearance; it's something our father decided not to disclose on us. The one thing I do know is that she was kidnapped by someone my father trusted with his own life, someone whom he had thought to be on his side, no matter what, someone he thought was a friend.
Sometimes friends have knives, sometimes they use them...
Sometimes for you,
Sometimes against you...
Once upon a time my father ruled Spira, he was a great leader, strong willed, intelligent, and honest. He had a heart, but since her disappearance he's lost it, gone insane... driven mad with plots of revenge, he's on the edge feeling threatened enough to fall over at any moment, and that is why he no longer rules... instead it's up to me, Lenne, the eldest daughter.
I have a brother, Squall, He, like me, is from my fathers first marriage, soon after my mother died he remarried and that is when Yuna was born. Yuna was a funny child, very independent, loving, innocent, that's why it was so hard to believe that anyone would want to end her life,
But then again...
We aren't completely sure.
I turn and face my current surroundings, taking in the various faces, business men... they're all the same. They come to tell me of the economy, the crime rate, basic political junk that I, truthfully, have no interest in, but I sit down and nod like I care. This is my father's card, not mine.
Though Spira is the greatest portion of earth land, there is one other portion, Zanarkand. It's ruled by Jecht... someone my father despises, someone I despise, He killed my sister. I have no compassion for him, or his failing crops, or his poor economical system... I have no care to listen to it, but yet I sit here and nod holding back the salty tears that are threatening my already soaked eyes, every time something related to her comes up I feel like crying.
"And to close this meeting..." Baralai begins, "I would like to suggest you sign a peace treaty with Zanarkand to prevent any possible war's. It's best for your people."
I almost want to laugh, peace with Jecht... yea that's going to happen. I can't even see us both making it out of the same room alive. But, I nod and dismiss them all, allowing my head to drift back to last July, the last time I saw her.
"Don't worry Lenne!" she told me smiling, she had a bright smile, "I'll be back in an hour."
And sure enough, in an hour, she was already gone...
A/N: Remember this is just the prolouge, that is why it is so short!