Ruminations
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Zell Dincht, or any other things mentioned in this fic, that right goes to Squaresoft, and I am jealous.
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It was hot out there in the Great Plains of Esthar. Hot and Dusty. Nothing around for miles but dead grass and dust. Of course, in the distance was always the Sorceress Memorial and Tear's Point, and Zell could hear daily the airships leaving Esthar; but he preferred facing the sea - it reminded him of home.
Home. That word had been playing on his mind since he had remembered growing up in Edea's orphanage, had realised his friends were technically more "family" than the Dinchts.
And yet he made himself think Balamb was his home. Thinking how all six childhood friends had dragged together from all three continents after 10 years apart made him think too much about a planned destiny, fate.
He punched the ground. NO! He was in charge of his own destiny, his own actions. Like now. Although his travel clock told him it was after midnight, he would go and fight, that was why Esthar had sent him there. He would choose to, he was in charge, right? …Right?
He unzipped his tent and stepped out into the night. It was cooler now, but still the dust choked the air. He coughed, and it was echoed by a low growl. A Torama! Zell crouched, ready for action.
His vision blurred for an instant, and then the music started, annoying music that made him want to tap his feet and do a funny dance. He hated the music. At first he had thought it was just in his head, had even gone to see Dr Kadowaki for counselling. But she had just laughed and told him all SeeDs got it, it was probably just another side effect of using GF, along with the memory loss, or course.
As he landed blow after
blow with his leather-bound fists upon the beast, he realised why he had
forgotten his childhood, how his friends had been reunited, and he cursed and
landed a critical. The Torama screamed and disappeared.
What had Zell realised? You have no
destiny when you're just a game character.