Double Edged Sword
Author Note: It could be considered as a prequel to On Death's Wings, slightly in-game. Very short drabble piece.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy Versus
People probably consider me cruel.
For I give them their life back, but it isn't a long fulfilling life as one may expect, and the thirteen children who I've bestowed my light upon would probably die sometime before their twenty first birthday.
Drained from the magical power I've given them, and while the power may give them godlike powers, but eventually it would be their undoing.
Almost like a double edged sword.
The more times they summon elemental beings, or weapons, the shorter their life becomes, six of the children I bestowed power to already met their doomed fate before they reach the age of eighteen, but on the other hand I've given them strength.
Strength to defend themselves and the human race against my older brother the God of Destruction, because I can do nothing to stop the destruction my brother has set for them.
For I remain powerless in an eternal sleep, helpless to aid the children I have bestowed power on, in my desperate attempt that someone would be able to defend against the human race.
I can only dream of the remaining children fight against each other in battle, when they should be defending the human race against my older brother and his minions.
While I watch them fight, for power, and greed, I can almost see why my brother would want to wipe them out. They are so tainted by sin, killing each other regardless if it is war or not, and I doubt they would change in the future.
And yet two of the children I have bestowed power on, so different, but so alike in so many ways have given me hope. Hope in the human race, and hope they will be able to defeat my older brother even if it means their own death when the final battle is done.
But despite the fact they are technically enemies by circumstance, I sense a bond between the two, and perhaps I'm responsible for that bond.
For I was the one given them power, when they were about to pass into my kingdom, given both of them a second chance at life.
While they may fight each other out of duty, I doubt either one would take the other's life. Perhaps someday the two of them will fight together side by side, as comrades, and more importantly as friends.
Even though, I would love the chosen children of the dark future ahead, especially the woman with hair of gold and the man with hair the color of night. I am force to remain quiet in my eternal sleep.
-fin