Wonders
by K.S.
(from Vivi's pov)
Magic was a gift to me, a long time ago, before I remember seeing the
sun, the world. I had been brought to the world with this present, I myself having an
inborn power to cast spells. Needless to say, I'm different from my friends, such
as Zidane and Garnet ... But, as different as we are, the three of use share something
similar to that of a love between a family of close friends. The feeling is returned;
they care for me, and I, for them. Zidane and I are the same because neither of us
know who we are, and are searching for the answer, yet we're different because
of personailty. He's outgoing and bold, while I tend to be quiet and shy.
The same for Garnet ... she also feels magic as I do, yet she is now
unsure of who she is. Although she would never admit this, I know the truth ...
I'm glad she's here with us though, because she always seems to catch me when
I'm about to fall. Zidane is the one to tell me that everything is fine, the one to
push me on with encouragment. Garnet does this too, but in a different way ... she
seems to shield me from horrible things which she herself has seen, and doesn't
want the same for me ...
I recall the way they had both cared for me in Dali, when they both
asked me how I was...Was I okay ... Garnet had been the one to take me in her
arms, although not really, she had done so in my mind. Zidane had also told me
things to make myself stronger, to stand up to those who wanted to order me to
do things ... As in the Black Mage Village, the inhabitants had asked repeatedly
what Zidane and Garnet wanted. They had assumed that they desired their magic,
that they were dangers to the enviroment of the village... but then they saw me ... And
told me that I was 'aware.' What on earth ... ?
However, the thing that makes me wonder the most is how and why
mages like myself were being ... made. Assembled like toys in a factory, I watched
them swish by in the Underground storage in the village of Dali, seeming as cold and
still as a mere child's doll. Their eyes were gaunt and blank, not seeming to see anything
that crossed their path.
As I remember trying to talk to some of them on the airship, they never turned
to answer, and they just kept ignoring me, seeing through me as if I were never there. I
had wanted to see others like me, with the pointed hat ... the yellow eyes ... the curled
staff ... and the simple casting of magic at the wave of a hand.
And when I think this way ... I always wonder ...
Who am I ... ?
I wonder at these things because my past is clouded and mysterious;
seeing how I can't look back is not a comfort to me. Events that have happened
remind me that the same mistake can not be made twice ... Consequences of wise
and foolish actions are there to haunt and to help. Such as the airship to Lindblum,
where we ran into a third Black Waltz ... the creature's cruelty had destroyed those
that were like me, and I remember watching, with my hands pressed against the glass,
as they were thrown down. Like dolls they were tossed from the explosion of the
Waltz's magic, as they tumbled down through the ocean of blue ...and I remember
watching a hat, the same as my own, caught on the rail of that ship ...
Caught by the wind's blowing breath ...
I can remember how lonely it looked. How sad it was ...
Just like me ...
by K.S.
(from Vivi's pov)
Magic was a gift to me, a long time ago, before I remember seeing the
sun, the world. I had been brought to the world with this present, I myself having an
inborn power to cast spells. Needless to say, I'm different from my friends, such
as Zidane and Garnet ... But, as different as we are, the three of use share something
similar to that of a love between a family of close friends. The feeling is returned;
they care for me, and I, for them. Zidane and I are the same because neither of us
know who we are, and are searching for the answer, yet we're different because
of personailty. He's outgoing and bold, while I tend to be quiet and shy.
The same for Garnet ... she also feels magic as I do, yet she is now
unsure of who she is. Although she would never admit this, I know the truth ...
I'm glad she's here with us though, because she always seems to catch me when
I'm about to fall. Zidane is the one to tell me that everything is fine, the one to
push me on with encouragment. Garnet does this too, but in a different way ... she
seems to shield me from horrible things which she herself has seen, and doesn't
want the same for me ...
I recall the way they had both cared for me in Dali, when they both
asked me how I was...Was I okay ... Garnet had been the one to take me in her
arms, although not really, she had done so in my mind. Zidane had also told me
things to make myself stronger, to stand up to those who wanted to order me to
do things ... As in the Black Mage Village, the inhabitants had asked repeatedly
what Zidane and Garnet wanted. They had assumed that they desired their magic,
that they were dangers to the enviroment of the village... but then they saw me ... And
told me that I was 'aware.' What on earth ... ?
However, the thing that makes me wonder the most is how and why
mages like myself were being ... made. Assembled like toys in a factory, I watched
them swish by in the Underground storage in the village of Dali, seeming as cold and
still as a mere child's doll. Their eyes were gaunt and blank, not seeming to see anything
that crossed their path.
As I remember trying to talk to some of them on the airship, they never turned
to answer, and they just kept ignoring me, seeing through me as if I were never there. I
had wanted to see others like me, with the pointed hat ... the yellow eyes ... the curled
staff ... and the simple casting of magic at the wave of a hand.
And when I think this way ... I always wonder ...
Who am I ... ?
I wonder at these things because my past is clouded and mysterious;
seeing how I can't look back is not a comfort to me. Events that have happened
remind me that the same mistake can not be made twice ... Consequences of wise
and foolish actions are there to haunt and to help. Such as the airship to Lindblum,
where we ran into a third Black Waltz ... the creature's cruelty had destroyed those
that were like me, and I remember watching, with my hands pressed against the glass,
as they were thrown down. Like dolls they were tossed from the explosion of the
Waltz's magic, as they tumbled down through the ocean of blue ...and I remember
watching a hat, the same as my own, caught on the rail of that ship ...
Caught by the wind's blowing breath ...
I can remember how lonely it looked. How sad it was ...
Just like me ...