Thief of Hearts
by K.S.
(from Garnet's pov)
As crude and low as he may have seemed, I had dectected,
sensed something warm and kind. The feeling came from the heart, and it
almost seemed to be able to be seen in a faint glowing, radiating a love a
nd compassion that was unknown to me. He had shown me a different sort
of love from which I had been accustomed to; the fading love from my mother,
bound by cold stone walls. By greed. In a way, the walls were a comfort,
knowing that I was protected and could never be harmed by the horrors of the
outside world. Horrors and things which I had never seen or experienced; and
things that also made me see what was truly happening.
Yet when that mysterious theif caught me down the hallway of
Alexandria, and he looked into my eyes, I saw that kindness and love deep behind
a smooth surface. It was like astone, that moment, being dropped into a pool of
calm water. The stone had caused change; like we did in each other. Zidane
obviously saw something in me, and I, being a princess, did not know what to do or
say. He swept me off my feet like the prince he was, and carried me away from
my troubles, my fears, my worries. But most of all he shielded me from ever being
trapped again insde the empty, lifeless halls of Alexandria Castle. I was trapped,
elusive and blind; blinded by the shadows of lies that my mother had told me.
I was haunted by memories; those past times of long ago when my
father was stillalive, when I was happy and innocent. Those times were a reminder
of what could have been, not what it is now, for if my father hadn't gone ... Mother
would probably be the same as she was when he was there to hold her, love her,
tell her everything would be fine ... And I wish that someone where here to do the
same for me; telling me that they'll do everything they can, that everything will turn out
for the best. And he could even be here now ... but I, having the life that I do, ignorantly
pushed him away ...I sent him on his way, and I went on mine, simply over not agreeing
on something trivial.
The gift of music and magic that was given to me was not asked for; but
rather a hidden present among the things I treasured. Magic I had feared at first for
its power, but as time wore on ...It also, like my mother's love, began to fade. The
song which haunts me from my past has always made me feel like I'm not alone, the
tones of music cheering my ears and lightening my heart and mine only.
Only twice had he heard me sing this song, once in the village of Dali and
once in the relam of Lindblum. The castle of Lindblum was different, somehow ... I
think it was because he went to a length to see me, to check on me. He had heard
the notes of music float through the window, and it made him find me ... For this, I
was grateful.
Zidane was there to do the same, uknowing and unconscious of how he
made me feel ...He made me feel better about myself, the situation, and the people
around me. He also made me see the whole thing, the big picture, of what was really
happening ... Zidane opened my heart to what I had refused, had not wanted to see
before I learned the truth. My world was shocked, violently, and suddenly I was
pushed into a conflict which I had no clue of, and had wanted no part in. Zidane had
adapted to the idea quickly, and I did, too, with his encouragement.
Memories of what had been before that night, my sixteenth birthday,
always make me think of all the things I had, and wanted, but most of all ... needed.
Mother had given me whatever I wished for when I was a child, but as I grew, I found
that she had grown apart, distant, and far out of my reach. She never knew what I truly
wanted, what I desired, and she tried so hard ... I didn't have the heart to tell my mother
everything, to tell her what I needed. Someone who loved me ...
But when Zidane came along, this changed everything. I found the one I had
been searching for, the one that had loved me, and I him; the one who loved me for who
I was. He was kind to everyone, as I tried to be the same as he was ... warm hearted,
with an open mind, and always ready for anything. I found this difficult to do, for I was
the complete opposite of him, and this was hard to adjust to.
But, now that I've found the one I've searched for ... I'm at a dead end again.
I can't tell him how I feel ...
by K.S.
(from Garnet's pov)
As crude and low as he may have seemed, I had dectected,
sensed something warm and kind. The feeling came from the heart, and it
almost seemed to be able to be seen in a faint glowing, radiating a love a
nd compassion that was unknown to me. He had shown me a different sort
of love from which I had been accustomed to; the fading love from my mother,
bound by cold stone walls. By greed. In a way, the walls were a comfort,
knowing that I was protected and could never be harmed by the horrors of the
outside world. Horrors and things which I had never seen or experienced; and
things that also made me see what was truly happening.
Yet when that mysterious theif caught me down the hallway of
Alexandria, and he looked into my eyes, I saw that kindness and love deep behind
a smooth surface. It was like astone, that moment, being dropped into a pool of
calm water. The stone had caused change; like we did in each other. Zidane
obviously saw something in me, and I, being a princess, did not know what to do or
say. He swept me off my feet like the prince he was, and carried me away from
my troubles, my fears, my worries. But most of all he shielded me from ever being
trapped again insde the empty, lifeless halls of Alexandria Castle. I was trapped,
elusive and blind; blinded by the shadows of lies that my mother had told me.
I was haunted by memories; those past times of long ago when my
father was stillalive, when I was happy and innocent. Those times were a reminder
of what could have been, not what it is now, for if my father hadn't gone ... Mother
would probably be the same as she was when he was there to hold her, love her,
tell her everything would be fine ... And I wish that someone where here to do the
same for me; telling me that they'll do everything they can, that everything will turn out
for the best. And he could even be here now ... but I, having the life that I do, ignorantly
pushed him away ...I sent him on his way, and I went on mine, simply over not agreeing
on something trivial.
The gift of music and magic that was given to me was not asked for; but
rather a hidden present among the things I treasured. Magic I had feared at first for
its power, but as time wore on ...It also, like my mother's love, began to fade. The
song which haunts me from my past has always made me feel like I'm not alone, the
tones of music cheering my ears and lightening my heart and mine only.
Only twice had he heard me sing this song, once in the village of Dali and
once in the relam of Lindblum. The castle of Lindblum was different, somehow ... I
think it was because he went to a length to see me, to check on me. He had heard
the notes of music float through the window, and it made him find me ... For this, I
was grateful.
Zidane was there to do the same, uknowing and unconscious of how he
made me feel ...He made me feel better about myself, the situation, and the people
around me. He also made me see the whole thing, the big picture, of what was really
happening ... Zidane opened my heart to what I had refused, had not wanted to see
before I learned the truth. My world was shocked, violently, and suddenly I was
pushed into a conflict which I had no clue of, and had wanted no part in. Zidane had
adapted to the idea quickly, and I did, too, with his encouragement.
Memories of what had been before that night, my sixteenth birthday,
always make me think of all the things I had, and wanted, but most of all ... needed.
Mother had given me whatever I wished for when I was a child, but as I grew, I found
that she had grown apart, distant, and far out of my reach. She never knew what I truly
wanted, what I desired, and she tried so hard ... I didn't have the heart to tell my mother
everything, to tell her what I needed. Someone who loved me ...
But when Zidane came along, this changed everything. I found the one I had
been searching for, the one that had loved me, and I him; the one who loved me for who
I was. He was kind to everyone, as I tried to be the same as he was ... warm hearted,
with an open mind, and always ready for anything. I found this difficult to do, for I was
the complete opposite of him, and this was hard to adjust to.
But, now that I've found the one I've searched for ... I'm at a dead end again.
I can't tell him how I feel ...