The story's title represents the Aeon that Seymour is bestowed with. Anima is Latin for "Spirit." That spirit is chained against its will, evidenced by its summoning and the game's cut scenes. During its overdrive, Oblivion, it breaks free of its imprisonment; a concept that will show up later in this story.
What do you do when the depression overpowers you? How do you keep your sanity as the darkness reaches up and over you, suffocating? Who can be expected to deal with this kind of pain? I'll tell you what I do: I kill.
"It's Not His Fault"
I woke up again today; too bad. After picking up my belongings necessary to my "education," I left my residence to the place I hated most in the world; the school. I don't know if you could even call it an education that I received. It was more like a reality check, always reminding me that I was a permanent defect upon Spira.
I slowly walked my way down the slums of Guadosalam. There was dirt in every corner, trash on every unpaved road. I passed the chambers that led to the Thunder Plains and The Farplane; wishing every single day that I could remain in that place forever. Sadly, I always reached my destination. I entered the classroom at the farthest end of the school, all the way having things thrown at me and being tripped almost four times. I wanted to fight back… but I was weak. I had nothing to start my own Civil War with. Looking back now, I still wonder how people can ask me "why I did the things that I did." Who wouldn't resent their own race, when they've all betrayed you?
I sat down in my sight in the back of the class. The teacher had placed a row of empty seats in front of me, leading horizontally across the room; a sort of wall that was supposed to separate me from the other students. Like I needed to be separated from them, more than them from me! It never stopped them from throwing sharp objects at me from across the room, or from punching me as I walked to the front of the class, the latter of which always making our teacher laugh.
The entire school was full-blooded Guado. Hell, all of Guadosalam were full-blooded Guados. I was the only outcast, if you excluded my mother. She had it so easy. She got to stay home all day, taking care of the house.
"Take this half-breed!" My thoughts were interrupted, as anybody else's would have having their head collide with a thrown stapler. It cut open the side of my head, only about two centimeters away from where the scar was from the last time it had happened. I tried to report this abuse but no one would listen. No, no one cared.
I went home that very moment. Everyone laughed as the tears streamed down my face. I opened the door to our manor and pushed my father aside, as if he was nobody. My father, the one who allowed all of this to happen to me, was responsible for the actions of all of his people; my father, Lord Jyscal, leader of the Guado. My mother was in the living room tending to the flowers as she always did.
"Why are you home so early dear?"
"Look at me; turn and face me for a change. I stand before you bleeding from my head."
I had never seen my mother cry quite like that before. Maybe it was the first time I ever loved her. It certainly would not be the last. She cried for the longest time. She kept apologizing for the ones who tortured me, as if it was her. She felt responsible for me being born half-human. I never did blame her. I blamed my father, then, now, and forever.
My mother was a beautiful, auburn haired woman. She was as talented as she was lovely. My father had defiled her; not only her body, but her life. He took away her purpose and gave her a new one; me. Because of him, we still face the ongoing struggle against the large, undying creature that feeds on Spira's happiness. Sin would be gone, If I had not lived. My mother would have defeated it, once and for all, I'm sure of it. She was powerful, he was weak, and I was both. My weakness was my strength; my power was my latent ability. The ability I was bestowed with from my mother, the ability to communicate with the God. My mother would have been a legendary summoner. Now she had to take care of me; had no purpose in life, nothing to do but cry on my shoulder. I changed that day. I could not have this anymore…