Authoress Notes ∙ I know, I know! DX I'm working on Flickering Flame, The God-General Chronicles, and Angel Song; I will, I will, I swear I will! I'm just being a lazy butt and if I don't write a recent idea in my head for a while, it'll come back to bite me!
Disclaimer I don't own Tales of the Abyss.
Warning ∙ Spoilers regarding Legretta's past and Eldrant.
Marcel really loved his sister.
To him, Giselle was everything to him.
He knew Giselle loved him back.
They lost their parents at an early age. Giselle was only 12. Marcel was 3. He was young, so he couldn't remember anything about his parents. Marcel always wondered about what his parents were like, but knowing they were dead, maybe it would be better not to remember.
Giselle never talked about their parents. She said they weren't much of parents anyway. She told them how they were always busy selling goods on the streets of Chesedonia that they were never there for Giselle or, later on, Marcel. Giselle felt it was better to be raised by her, with all honesty.
Marcel stood there; a boy no one could see. He watched gunshots resound in the white walls of Eldrant. His poor, twisted sister… it hurt to know she was being used. Vandesdelca Musto Fende… he was using her. Giselle Oslo… Marcel's precious sister. A man for 17 watched in a white robe. His hair was of blonde, just like Giselle's.
He watched his sister fall, her blood painting the ground red.
Tears fell from Marcel's eyes. She announced her proclaimed love for Van… Why? Why did she fall for him? His sister… his sister was better then that. Marcel soon believed it was his fault Giselle was doing this… It used to be. Marcel soon realized Giselle was doing this all for Van.
Giselle Oslo…
His poor… poor, twisted sister.