Foreword

If you want to just skip ahead to the story it is below. This is a fic is going to be a sort of writing experiment for me. You may see many different styles, point of views and formats. The plot is still forming itself in my head but the background is solid. This first section is a song fic that I have published on the site previously but is a sort of prelude for this story. The idea behind it is further explained in the next chapter. Two of the main characters are original characters: Ryka and Adia. They are the son and daughter of Squall and Rinoa. Selphie is also a main character. If you have any questions about the plot or anything else or have a comment or suggestion for me please review and I will answer you. Hope you enjoy.


Adia I do believe I failed you

Adia I know I let you down

Don't you know I tried so hard

To love you in my way

It's easy let it go...

Rinoa looked into the eyes of her daughter. Cool blue such a contrast all the crimson around her. She could feel the blood flowing from her own body, and a moment ago she had felt Squall's presence leave her. The pain was unbearable and her body was so tired. How easy to just fade into that blue…

"Rinoa no!" Irvine screamed knowing what was about to happen. "Rinoa hang on just don't let go yet."

She knew she couldn't let this happen, not to her daughter, but the blue was just so tranquil and she was so tired.

Irvine could tell she couldn't hold on much longer. He wasn't holding up well himself, he could feel his own death tugging on his heels. "Ryka grab your sister and run," Irvine screamed as Rinoa began to convulse.

Adia stepped forward holding out her hand to her mother. Her six-year-old mind only saw her mother in anguish and not the danger. Ryka lunged toward his sister but the light had already engulfed her.

"Adia, I'm so sorry," Rinoa sobbed as she felt her power leave her. Adia was focused only on reaching her mother. Their fingers brushed as the light grew brighter around her and then faded away. Rinoa smiled down at her for one brief second before her body began to fall to the ground.

"MOM! NO!" Ryka screamed rushing to pick up Adia forcing her face away from their mother's body.

"It's too late Ryka. The bastards may have killed us but Hyne they will face the same hell, Rinoa saw to that." Irvine paused wincing. He was now on his knees blood leaking form the slash on his side. "Get out while you can. Don't waste this sacrfice."

Tears fell from Ryka's eyes as he ran through the remains of the place he once called home carrying his little sister. But he couldn't run from the pain, nor could he carry Adia from it.

Adia I'm empty since you left me

Trying to find a way to carry on

I search myself and everyone

To see where we went wrong

Ryka hadn't known then what had conspired between his mother and sister during those last moments, but he did know that she had changed. He didn't know of the new power coursing through her young body, but he could tell the difference in her behavior. The laughter died and her smiles ceased. Traumatized by the death of their parents and close friends, but it wasn't fair he still needed her, she was all he had left. The distance was killing him.

She was so young but she had always been his light. Since she was born she had been his reason to live, to protect his little sister. Now he was fighting an enemy he could not even name. An unknown darkness that had taken possession of her.

When he was a bit older he learned the truth. The curse that Adia had inherited from their mother, the sorceress power. It was the reason they had come after his family in the first place, and someday they would find out the truth about Adia. He swore that day to never let them touch her. He would die for her to stop them, as his father had died for his mother. They would have to kill him to get to her.

'Cause there's no one left to finger

There's no one here to blame

There's no one left to talk to, honey

And there ain't no one to buy our innocence

'Cause we are born innocent

Believe me Adia, we are still innocent

It's easy, we all falter

Does it matter?

"Your mother loved you both so much. She never meant for any of this to happen. She didn't have control of it… She would have never done this to you on purpose, Adia, she loved you," Selphie explained solemnly letting the tears flow freely down her cheeks.

Adia just glared at her with a scowl that closely resembled Squall's. Ryka stood in the background as usual, hovering around Adia as if someone would jump out from behind the sofa to attack her.

"Adia, you aren't evil. Don't you dare believe what they say. You, your mother, matron you are all good people. Better than any of them. I won't let you…" Selphie broke into heavy sobs and could no longer speak coherently. Adia just stared un-phased by the display. Ryka shuffled his feet nervously.

Adia I thought that we could make it

But I know I can't change the way you feel

I leave you with your misery

A friend who won't betray

I pull you from your tower

I take away your pain

And show you all the beauty you possess

"I know, this isn't what you want, but this who we are, and is the only family we have left," Selphie whispered.

Adia remained silent. Ryka stood by her side torn between his devotion to his sister and his admiration to his adoptive mother. He wished so much for them to get along, for Adia to accept Selphie as their family, but Adia's feelings were to complex. She hated herself for what she was and she hated what their mother had been, but she did not hate their mother. On the contrary she loved their mother deeply and felt that if she allowed Selphie a spot in her life that her memories of her mother would die.

"Adia, Hyne please, I love you like my own. I wish you could do the same. I wish you could love yourself," Selphie pleaded. There was no reply.

If you'd only let yourself believe that

We are born innocent

Believe me Adia, we are still innocent

It's easy, we all falter, and does it matter?

Believe me Adia, we are still innocent

'Cause we are born innocent

Adia we are still innocent

It's easy, we all falter ... but does it matter