Final Fantasy VII: Pre-Novae
Chapter 1: Amnesia
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I wake up, my eyes fluttering anew. They feel strained, as if they haven't been opened for a thousand years. I can feel… Cloth? Where am I? I stare at the white… Sheet of sorts, covering what would be my form. Looking around to survey my surroundings, I see wooden surfaces, with some photos hanging up of what would look to be… Children.
Innocent creatures. Frail. Small. Happy. That's what I can see gathered from the memory displayed. There were also some tables. Some with flowers, some with lamps. There was a door at the end of my bed.
These sheets feel… Warm. Comforting. I could possibly sleep forever in this. I looked to my left during my strokes of the sheets to see a mirror on the table next to my bed. I held the mirror with a gentle caress from my hands. I look to be… Young. Beautiful. I must be similar to those children, if not a little older. My skin is a faint violet, smooth, as I felt my cheeks with the palm of my hand. My hair is white. The back reaches to my spine while the frontal locks are shoulder length. From looking in the reflection, it was almost obvious I did not wear any clothing underneath the covers. Not that I had cared. If the owners of this… Home had impure intentions, they would have done whatever they wanted while I was asleep. That's what I had assumed, anyway. I heard the door unlock, a man standing in the doorway. He had brown hair, a small beard, a red cloak and black trousers. He almost looked like a monk, in a way.
"Ah. I see you're awake." He smiled at me warmly, walking to the side of my bed to sit on a chair aimed towards my slumber. "Finally. You were out for about two days at most. We were almost certain that you were dead."
"..." I kept my silence, my gaze set upon him in suspicion. He leaned towards me, his hands rubbing each other for warmth. He had some girth to him. Bulk. He must be hardworking.
"Well?" He expected an answer from me. "Don't you have a name?"
To try and ease the tension enveloping us in the room, I looked to the floor almost blankly. "I… Do not have a name."
"You don't have a name or you don't remember it?"
"I don't remember it." I looked back up towards him. "I do not remember what happened before this."
"Wow, you're awfully to-the-point for someone who's lost their memory. Sorry about that, hon." He sighed, scratching the side of his hair.
"But then again… Are aliens always straightforward?"
I tilt my head to the side, confused as to his term. An alien? I may look different to what he is by race, but… An alien would be extremely illogical. Aliens do not exist, and if they did, and assuming I was… Am I the first? None of this ever made sense to me. "I don't understand."
"So you did lose your memory…" He huffed. "When my wife and I found you, you were barely alive, dragging yourself out of some kind of ship. It was damaged when we got there. Glass smashed, the hull breached, and behind you there was some kind of massive heart. We think it came from you." I nodded in response, trying to process what he was attempting to tell me. At least he spoke slowly, I believe I would need a second explanation if he told me all at once. "Do you remember any of that?"
I shook my head at him in reply. No. All of what he said, I don't recall any of this.
"Right… Well, you were pretty banged up, blood coming out of you and all. My wife managed to patch you up while you were still asleep." I looked under my sheets to see a raw stitch on the side of my body, one bandage hanging over my breast, and a large patch over my abdomen. I flinched a little in a second of pain as my body moved after I attempted to reach over to touch it. I looked back towards the man, looking for more answers. "You might not be able to walk for a couple of days, and even if you can, you're still gonna feel a lot." He chuckled a small bit, mocking my curiosity. "Sorry, kid. You wanna complain about hospitality, my wife might beg to differ."
"You keep on mentioning your 'wife'. What's a wife?" I asked, weirdly. Of all of the things that I recognized within the room, and what was little left of my memory, I don't remember what a 'wife' is. Should I? He started to laugh almost joyfully, slapping his knee in amusement.
"Wives are the people men spend their lives with!"
"Then what are the men to the wives?"
"Husbands, dear."
"Why do wives and husbands exist?" I had to ask, my curiosity intensifying with each answer I receive. To me, he's an interesting individual to learn from. He's very profound, yet extentric. Without a worry in the world.
"Because they love each other. Some women find husbands, some men find wives. Sometimes, even switched around; wife on wife, husband on husband."
"I… See." We both didn't say anything for a second. Loads of thoughts ran through my mind as I wondered about my past. What's a ship? Damage to it? A heart 'behind' me? How does that even logically work?
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"What am I?"
"Hm?"
"You said that I am an alien. But really… What am I?"
He smiled at me simply.
"I don't know, kid.
What do you wanna be?"
