Medea: Preface
Disclaimer: I do not own FF7 they belong to Square Enix and Tetsuya Nomura, but I do own Lilith and other OC characters.
Disgust. That is all I can feel when I realize my dreams are irrelevant, especially when I enter SOLDIER. We are only pawns to be used, and to serve the higher ups – taught to never question our orders.
The disdain and bitterness that clouded my heart only grew thicker, leaving the bitter taste in my mouth when more recruits join it with such exuberance.
But she is never like this. No, not her…not Lilith, oh no. My mind unravels and I'm assaulted by the memory of when we first meet.
She wasn't all that young or old, she was young but with eyes that knew nothing, until she would crawl into my bed, and I would whisper texts and passages into her ears, from books that were handed down to me.
Only a young girl of 9, all she knew was what she had been told, which wasn't very much – Hojo deemed it unnecessary to teach her anything other than the mechanics of science and genetics.
Of course that was before I got my hands on her, whispering my knowledge into her as if it were some absolute and holy truth.
At this knowledge she threw herself into my world with gusto.
And her eyes weren't blank anymore – she began to question everything. Just like that I had tempted her with the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge like the devil did to Eve, though my intentions were far more pure, and understanding.
But she understands, even when she's all grown, and no longer old enough to accept any embraces, or coddles.
And the sight of her as she's all grown fills me with something else entirely, there is an odd twisting sensation in my chest when I see she's no longer a child, after 6 years or even longer she is a woman now, and still when she knows the truth about all I have done, she does not flinch under my gaze or touch.
It's no longer parental or familial feelings but something else.
I had always known that she was special, that she was different from all of us, though many refused to see it, but I didn't. For our bond, whether it was parental or something far deeper, had always been special and irreplaceable.
And just like my own story began when I came to this point in my life, her story began with my own, but through very different turning points.