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Chapter 1 – Prologue: Son of Jenova
How it came to this, he wondered.
He stood there immersed in water, the dark blue waves beating against his legs as it washed upon the almost-white sand. It illuminated against the eternal deep blue sky, making it seem brighter than usual. Still, he made no move from there. Just standing as if waiting for something, his eyes always towards the surface beyond the beach where he was standing.
On the outside, it's as if he was at ease; but on the inside, he was anxious.
I shouldn't be here long.
There, he felt it – a tug as if coming from the back of his heart. It always happens when he's here. He tried to nudge it away but it was insistent.
Just a little longer.
Hearing voices, he turned alert eyes towards the forest lined beyond the beach. A small group of ladies emerged from there, passing through the beach and talking amongst themselves. Some of them carried wicker baskets, showing that they've just been going about their daily chores. One of them held a bouquet of wild flowers in her hands – the one who always stood out for him.
Her face, flushed from the cold blowing wind, laughed at something her female companion said to her. It was a face so etched in his memory. He knew every inch of her face, yet his eyes were drinking in everything as if it was for the first time.
Suddenly, everything was quiet and he felt himself calming down again. How strange that she had this effect on him …
Now if only it could last a little longer.
They walked by not noticing him at all. Not noticing the internal conflict within him that was slowly making his eyes turn cold by the minute.
It would be so easy to just reach out and take her away from this place. It was within his grasp, his power …
But he had prided himself as someone who has absolute control over everything he did. He believed that by refraining from rash actions and by being patient, he will have what he most desire in the end.
Still …
Looking at her now, so at peace in her own world, why should he be content with the way things are?
He clenched his fists, making his gloves squeak.
Damn the Cetra and their beliefs.
Damn whoever stands in our way.
Damn them.