Note: All characters, places, ect. belong to Square Enix.
Now that that's out of the way, this is just an idea I came up with while reading a story about Kuja. Everyone always hates Garland (okay, so they have a good reason). After looking around, I realized there were no stories with Garland as the main character (at least that I could find. If you know one, I'd certainly appreciate a link to it). So, I decided to fill the void. Before there was a Third, a Second or a First, there had to be a Creator. But who was the Creator's Creator?
Creations Past
Prologue: Failure
We were once so very good friends. I just wanted it to be that way again…
I was created, they were created, but we weren't the same.
I was the child of society; they were the saviors of a grave.
Where my peers taught me games and shared their hopes, their peers shunned and ostracized them.
I went about this all wrong. I only wanted to do what was best, to do what I was created to do. I let failed them and the hatred between us all sometimes makes me cringe inside.
Garland, Caretaker of Terra. Garland, Destroyer of Worlds. Garland, a lonely creation who couldn't save his friends.
Maybe that's where I went wrong. It was too personal, right from the start. From the very beginning there was no chance to distance myself, make sure feelings and emotions didn't come into play. This glowing, red stone of a heart was my downfall. I'm not sorry.
The first thing I remember is her face. Heart-shaped and rosy with her curly hair springing from its pins to cascade like art. That face, with its button nose and twinkling blue eyes, seemed like God. So sweet, so innocent and infinitely understanding. Even when it was pressed up against the glass making faces.
"Hey! He's awake!" God smiled at me and I tried to return the look in kind. "How are you feeling little guy? He's so adorable! Hey! Hey! Kuja! Look! He's smiling! Awwww!"
She looked so happy that it made me happy just to watch her face radiate her joy. She turned to look at something beyond my sight and her curls flew in heavenly acrobatics. She was giving voice to a bubbly sound, pure and ringing. I immediately loved that sound and echoed it in my mind like a prayer.
"Nighty-night little fella'," a different, deeper voice intoned and the world went dark, but I could still hear God's voice as I passed into sleep. God's voice that laughed and God's face that smiled. God who understood and loved her creations so well.
It wasn't until much later that I found out she wasn't God. She was a scientist. And her name was Mikoto.
Mikoto Disdemona, born Toko Clance. Twenty-seven, she worked at the research facility, Bran Bal. Before she was recruited to work on Project Pandemonium, she studied the moon and had hypothesized that it could sustain life. A well-known and highly respected scientist, she was always pushing things to the limit, trying to make one last discovery, create one more miracle. She was a firm disbeliever in the word impossible.
There were others in Project Pandemonium, but I didn't meet them until later. Four scientists in all worked on it, though there were many other scientists at Bran Bal. Each was trying to find a way to save Terra, a world that was slowly dying. Everyone was positive though, confident that a solution would be found. It wasn't until much later that they became a desperate society.