OBLIVIA REVISED EDITION
Casty dela Alto Mago

CHAPTER ONE

"Grandfather?" a voice from the door called, "I brought you a basket of fruits"

"Thank you, dear", a man lying in bed spoke, "Put them on the table"

"Yes, grandpa", the young man said, putting the basket on the end table, "So, how're you feeling today?"

"Much better", the elderly man said.

We are in a hospital – a private room in the hospital. The young man, Sora, is the son of Rayner, Roxas' son. Roxas is the weak old man on bed. He was diagnosed with terminal stage Colon Cancer only last year and the doctor said he had only one week to live. So, Sora always visited his grandpa, checking his condition and bringing him joy.

"That's good", Sora said, "Remember when I was a kid? You used to tell me fairy tale stories like Cinderella, Pinocchio and many more!"

"Of course my child, I have strong memory. Do you want to hear one?"

"Oh, not those kiddie fantasy stories again"

"No dear, this time I'll share you a story you've never heard before. You want to hear it?"

"Okay"

Sora sat beside his grandpa. Roxas clears his throat and started, "It was ninety-six years ago when our story happened. As far as I can remember, it was on April 10, 1912. The whole Traverse Town is rejoicing for the grandest ship in whole history was built. She was named after the Oblivion Keyblade. She was called, the unsinkable, Royal Mail Steamer Oblivia. And our story starts on that joyful day"


"Father? Where are you?" a girl spoke in the midst of the crowd, "Father!"

She was looking for her father. After several minutes of shouting and yelling, she got tired and fell to her knees. She burst into tears. Then, something overshadowed her. She looked up to this mysterious being and saw a man. The sun was shining right behind him. It was like the man was an angel from the glorious heaven. He hands the girl a handkerchief. "Hey, don't be sad. Dry your tears", the man said.

The girl gets the handkerchief and wipes her face. "My name's Roxas and you are?"

"A-Aerith", the young girl replied.



"Well, I heard you were looking for your father, is that right?"

"Yes"

"What's his name? let's find him"

"Sephiroth"

"Okay", Roxas carries Aerith in his arms and began calling for Sephiroth, "Mr. Sephiroth? Where are you?"

Still unlucky to find her father, they decided to go to the ticket booth. Roxas still calls for Sephiroth until they arrive at the ticket booth. They find an officer inside. "Sir", Roxas began to speak, "May we ask you something?"

"Yes, what is it?" the officer responded.

"This girl was lost in the crown and she is looking for his father named Sephiroth"

"Sephiroth? Did you just say Sephiroth?"

"Yes, sir"

"That guy was here a few moments ago. I'll call on him. Wait a second", the officer gets something below his desk. It was a megaphone. He started speaking, "Mr. Sephiroth? Mr. Sephiroth please come to the ticket booth, thank you", and repeated it twice.

Afterwards, a man came rushing to the booth, bumping all people in his way. He suddenly stopped in front of the booth and started to smile. "Father!" Aerith said in happiness as she ran towards the man.

"Oh Aerith, I thought I've lost you" Sephiroth said, hugging his lovable daughter.

He carries Aerith but before they disappear, Aerith looks back to Roxas and stretched her arms. She opened his closed fist to reveal something on her palm. "Sir, your handkerchief?" she spoke.

"Oh, it's yours" Roxas said closing Aerith's hands.

Aerith hugged the stranger who helped her. She made a last wave of goodbye to Roxas before they disappeared in the glittering crowd.

Meanwhile, two people ran to the ticket booth. "Hey, Son" an old man spoke, "Wher have you been?"

Suddenly, Oblivia sounded for a final call. "We better hurry", a lady said, "Oblivia is about to go"

"Yes", Roxas said, "Shall we?"

Roxas escorted the lady to the first class gangway. The old man followed.




"It was an emotional sight to everyone. First because they were riding on the most luxurious ship in all worlds; and second because they will be apart to their loved ones for a very long time.

"The ship itself mesmerized my eyes of beauty and its luxury. If you only had seen it, your eyes will glow. The fresh paint will tickle your nose joyfully. The smoke would fill the air with cheer. The waves would spread happiness to one another.

"And at the strike of twelve, Oblivia was disengaged from her moorings. Her propellers started turning. Tugboats were beside her, guiding her. At 25 knots, she headed to the horizon where she can't be seen by Traverse Town – forever"

The first edition of Oblivia was deleted by the author in because of certain factors that will lead it to plagiarism. In this Revised Edition, Oblivia is shown as an ADAPTATION from TITANIC of 1997 and did not base on true scripts. The present edition is pure product of the author's mind together with what he witnessed in the aforementioned film.

Thank you for reading and wait for Chapter Two!

Casty dela Alto Mago