Reflection
By:
Elizabeth Whittaker
E-mail:
lufia22@yahoo.com
or ryvanna@planetstorm.every1.net
Author's Note: I just had an inkling to write during class one day and this
Lufia story popped out of my head. Don't worry . . . There is another Lufia story on the
way. I assure you of that. This contains spoilers if you have not played up to the Glasdar
Tower point in Lufia and the Fortress of Doom.
Natsume and Tatio are the founders of Lufia. They have credit to all
characters, including the character named Devur, who is the hero of the story.
I sighed slowly, clearing my head of the thoughts that were
now running through my head. I thought about what Daos said to me when I was on Glasdar
Tower, about Devur being the one who was out to destroy me. I do not know why I had
believed him now. It was all clouded, as if I did not want to remember any of the events
that had happened. I knew that within my heart, I was feeling guilt for what I had done to
my friends . . . my love . . . and myself.
With a simple command from Daos's lips and his soothing, yet
manulipative words, I had fallen into his trap. I had been the one who was deceived, the
one who was caught in the snare of it. And yet, it was not his trap that I had fallen into
. . . but my own. One of my making that I did not want to be caught in. Yet I was the one
who had fallen into it anyway. There was only one real reason that I had even fell for it
in the first place.
I had become careless.
I had not listened to anything that my friends were trying
to tell me. All this time, I had let a Sinistrals' word control my actions, my words, my
thoughts. I had begun to wonder after all this time how anyone could have put up with me.
Devur usually listened, even though there was the fact that now I had been reborn as the
Mistress of Death in his mind.
Devur . . .
My mind now focused on his name and I pictured his face in
my mind. His somewhat long red hair was the first thing I remembered about him. It never
liked to stay down for as long as I remembered. Now it was to his shoulders, the last time
I saw him. The knight outfit that he wore stuck out as well, for it was something that he
relished with pride. He loved telling me things that he had learned in his training and
what was happening in his classes.
But what stuck out most about him was his eyes. The deep,
penetrating blue eyes he had. I could never gaze at them for a short amount of time. I was
always looking into them, trying to see how deeply I could lose myself in them. In my
mind, I knew that Devur knew that I liked him . . . I do not think that he wanted to tell
me he knew, though. I do not know why and to this day, I do not think I will ever know.
I rose from the bed that I was sitting on, smoothing out the
sheets as I fully stood. I did not know why I did this. I just knew that it felt right
somehow as I walked toward the door and opened it, taking one last look out the window.
The sky was a light blue with purple and orange mixed in it. As I looked at it, I saw a
reflection of myself in the window and realized that what I had done was a mistake; but at
the same time, it was something that I was forced to do.
My footsteps echoed as I walked to the window again, my hand
touching the glass on it. It touched the reflection of the left cheek, caressing it, it
seemed I sighed as I saw myself and what I had become. "Devur . . . I'm sorry,"
I whispered to the window. "I did not want to take your sword . . . but I want to
live, too. I want to know what it is like to live and not to die once more. Can you
forgive me?"
As a last resort I looked to the sky and concentrated at the
blue part of the sky. Somewhere around me, I knew I heard a voice. It was light and
commanding, yet had a twinge of sadness in it at the same time. I knew then that I had
heard Devur and that he had heard me. What he said really made me understand how much I
had looked upon my reflection. If it was not for that, I do not think I would have ever
asked Devur to take me along with him.
"I forgive you, Lufia," he told me somberly.
"You realize that you will have to be killed now, right?" There was a pause
before he continued and I shivered at the sound of his voice in the room. "I do not
want this for you, my lo--"
I shook my head. "Forgive me, Devur. That is all I ask.
You have forgiven me. May the Goddess have mercy upon your soul." Turning away from
the window, I took out my Priphea headband and laid it on the bed on the pillow. Then I
walked to the door and whispered, "And may she have mercy upon mine."
