Disclaimer: I don't own anything from FFVII. Wish I did. Especially if it
was Sephiroth!
A/N: This is my first fanfic, but I'm not gonna ask you to be nice to me. If you do bother to r + r (and I really hope you do!) I'd appreciate it. However, flames will be ignored.
Twilight Time
I remember the end, and the beginning.
The planet was fading, and in the dusk of its life the sky was illuminated with the soul of Holy. A reminder that, while all things must end, there is hope for life and creation.
The cries of the planet mingled with the cries of the people, and their pleas for release were deafening. The ground shook and the wind howled as the planet waited in anticipation for its burdens to be lifted.
And they were.
Today the ground is steady, and the wind whispers sweet lullabies to those who are left. But we aren't fooled by this serenity; the scars of the planet are still fresh and tender. No, this is a much deserved rest for our mother, and if this comes at the decline of civilization, well, we must only accept our fate.
When the planet died I was Red XIII, and with its rebirth I have become Nanaki. This changes nothing and everything; for although I am the same being that was nearly powerless to help the planet, I am now the Son of Seto who has avowed his all to her.
Nevertheless, I also realize that in protecting the planet I must protect and guide its children too. I swore to my companions that their children would be safe as long as I breathe; and with the passage of time their families have become so intermingled it is nearly impossible to tell who is the descendent of whom. So I must guide them all.
But I fear that it is not enough. Humans, as the beautiful yet flawed creatures that they are will one day forget all that my kin have fought to teach them. Their bright and incorrigible spirit that saved the planet originally brought it to ruin; and it will do so again. And next time, the evil that strikes the planet may not be as visible as Meteor, with an obvious antagonist like Sephiroth. No. the true evils of mankind are insidious and cruel. No one will realize the seriousness of the situation until the end. Then it will be too late.
I share this story with you, my children, in hopes that you will carry on all I have taught you. As my time grows near, I long to travel to the resting place of my 7 companions, to pay nature her due as my friends did so many years ago. Still. I feel a growing discontentment. I am terrified that all we fought for - this planet that so many have died for - will be overwhelmed by civilization.
But for all this overblown speech, my truest fear is of what comes next. Has the lifestream healed? When I transcend this existence will I enter a consciousness full of love and peace? Or will I be subjected to a torturous afterlife as the planet continues to draw on the power of the lifestream to heal herself? The answer remains to be seen; although the problem will be resolved soon. Because I have reached my final twilight - and every beginning must end.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, but I'm not gonna ask you to be nice to me. If you do bother to r + r (and I really hope you do!) I'd appreciate it. However, flames will be ignored.
Twilight Time
I remember the end, and the beginning.
The planet was fading, and in the dusk of its life the sky was illuminated with the soul of Holy. A reminder that, while all things must end, there is hope for life and creation.
The cries of the planet mingled with the cries of the people, and their pleas for release were deafening. The ground shook and the wind howled as the planet waited in anticipation for its burdens to be lifted.
And they were.
Today the ground is steady, and the wind whispers sweet lullabies to those who are left. But we aren't fooled by this serenity; the scars of the planet are still fresh and tender. No, this is a much deserved rest for our mother, and if this comes at the decline of civilization, well, we must only accept our fate.
When the planet died I was Red XIII, and with its rebirth I have become Nanaki. This changes nothing and everything; for although I am the same being that was nearly powerless to help the planet, I am now the Son of Seto who has avowed his all to her.
Nevertheless, I also realize that in protecting the planet I must protect and guide its children too. I swore to my companions that their children would be safe as long as I breathe; and with the passage of time their families have become so intermingled it is nearly impossible to tell who is the descendent of whom. So I must guide them all.
But I fear that it is not enough. Humans, as the beautiful yet flawed creatures that they are will one day forget all that my kin have fought to teach them. Their bright and incorrigible spirit that saved the planet originally brought it to ruin; and it will do so again. And next time, the evil that strikes the planet may not be as visible as Meteor, with an obvious antagonist like Sephiroth. No. the true evils of mankind are insidious and cruel. No one will realize the seriousness of the situation until the end. Then it will be too late.
I share this story with you, my children, in hopes that you will carry on all I have taught you. As my time grows near, I long to travel to the resting place of my 7 companions, to pay nature her due as my friends did so many years ago. Still. I feel a growing discontentment. I am terrified that all we fought for - this planet that so many have died for - will be overwhelmed by civilization.
But for all this overblown speech, my truest fear is of what comes next. Has the lifestream healed? When I transcend this existence will I enter a consciousness full of love and peace? Or will I be subjected to a torturous afterlife as the planet continues to draw on the power of the lifestream to heal herself? The answer remains to be seen; although the problem will be resolved soon. Because I have reached my final twilight - and every beginning must end.