Ever wonder where Ellone got her strange powers from? Or even where Griever came from? Just a short little thing I thought up. I've no inclination to take it further if someone else wants to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or any of the Final Fantasy series.
Squall looked up at Adel, hatred in his eyes. Now he understood, his daughter's ability, the strange ability where she could send a person's consciousness through time, came from him, just as his wife said it did.
'I stepped out at the wrong area of time compression,' he thought as he readied his gunblade. His wife lay at his feet, the woman that melted his heart when he found he could not find his friends, his garden, or a single familiar face. His world had narrowed in on her over a span of four years, little changing in the small town of Winhill that she lived in. A woman named Raine had moved in next door, not caring that her neighbor was a sorceress and opened a bar that they frequented.
'Adel started this war,' he thought, 'started it by trying to make herself stronger.'
Squall had found himself wary of the sorceress that took him in at first, wondering if she was rogue and wondering how to go about it if she went rogue. However it was her power that kept the monsters from Winhill, her power that kept Winhill from changing from the happy little town it was. After four years of watching her, scowling at her amused face every time she caught him, she had won him over, and they lived happily for awhile, especially after Ellone was born three years into their marriage. When Ellone was two months old, they found out about her ability. When she turned one, Adel found her way to Winhill.
Squall remembered Adel's sneering face as she walked about the small peaceful town. She was an ageless being, the sorceress powers within her slowing the aging process. She had eventually stood in the center of the town square, and called out for the town's sorceress.
He remembered watching his wife hand Ellone to Raine and walking out the door. He had followed, attempting to stop her.
Adel had laughed at him, at them, "So you bring your knight out with you? I did not think you would risk him."
"So the knight wishes to avenge her," Adel purred, snapping Squall back to the present, "Now that I have her powers it will be useless!"
Squall just gave a rueful grin as the gunblade dropped from his hands, blood pouring from his mouth and the many open wounds caused by her spells.
"I already have," he whispered as unconsciousness took him. He pulled his wife's dead body closer to him, allowing the darkness to consume him. "Poor little Griever," he heard Adel whisper, "With your lion's heart, it's such a shame to see it go to waste."