[-- Chapter 5 --]
They finally managed to rid the city of most of the monsters, after realizing they were coming in through the rent-a-car lift. Now, aboard the Ragnarok, Silvur stood in a quiet corner while everyone was either talking quietly, or laying across one of the benches sleeping. She wasn't much for sleeping, since most of the time when she tried she was plagued by horrible nightmares. Most of the day when she lost her parents. Don't think about it, just DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. Sighing, she slipped onto the stairs that lead to the conference room, just wanting to be alone. Thankfully the conference room was empty. She went to the front of the room where there was a large window, she leaned against it, looking at the night sky and the stars, and her favorite of all, the moon. The moonlight illuminated her face, and the solemn look on it as well.
Quistis went down to check on the cadets, most were sleeping, but a few were talking amongst each other. The only person she didn't see was Silvur. She walked over to Silvur's squad. "Have any of you seen your leader?"
Alex answered, "Uh, she was standing the that corner over there earlier." He pointed to the corner near the stairs.
She nodded. "Thank you.", she decided to check upstairs and started for the conference room. She better not be causing any trouble, it would be a shame if I had to fail her. She stopped at the door to the conference room, then walked in.
She was watching the moon when the door opened, she jerked her head in that direction to see Instructor Trepe enter. Argh..can't I just be left alone?! She rolled her eyes and turned back to what she was doing. She never heard Instructor Trepe walk up to her, so she was startled when she stood next to her. She looked up at Silvur, "What are you doing in here?"
She shrugged. "Just thinking."
"May I ask what?"
Nosey ass people. Fine, if you want to know so damn bad, I'll tell you. She sighed, "Fine. If you really wish to know, I was thinking about my family."
"Then why do you look so depressed? Most of the time people are happy when they think of family."
She sighed. "My family is dead."
Quistis looked down. "Oh, I'm sorry. If I you don't mind me asking, how did they die?"
She continued to look at the moon, then after a few seconds, finally started telling the story of that day. "It happened near the end of the Sorceress War, I was 5 at the time, and well...my dad decided to take us all out to our Grandparents' small farm outside of Deling City. A little while after we arrived I went up to the hayloft in the barn, me and my brother were playing hide-and-seek and that was my favorite hiding place. So, I was hiding up there when I heard gunshots, and my mother screaming. I looked out the opening and, there on the ground near the house was my brother, grandfather, and grandmother. I knew if I went down there I would be killed, so I ducked down and watched everything. The worst thing was when I saw my mother holding my dead father in her arms", she paused, trying back the images in her mind of that day, "she was crying when the men responsible for killing everyone pulled her from my father and..and..they repeatedly raped her. And when they were done they just slit her throat", her voice was cold and angry, "like she was some animal." She could barely hold back the tears, but she did. She had decided not to cry over that incident anymore, that it was in the past and there was nothing she could do about it. But it was easier said than done, for she would end up thinking that she could have done something, instead of just hiding in the barn and doing nothing.
Quistis casually wiped away tears that had started to form in her own eyes, then laid a hand on Silvur's shoulder. "I'm sorry. That must have been terrible for you to see."
She nodded, "I just wish there was something I could have done, instead of hiding and watching."
"You did the right thing, if you would've tried to help, you would have been killed, too."
"I know."
She saw Quistis move to hug her and she backed away, "What are you doing?"
She looked at Silvur and crossed her arms. "I was just trying to show you some sympathy."
She shook her head and headed out the room, but turned around before leaving. "I don't need nor do I want anyone's sympathy." Then she left the room, leaving Quistis puzzled.
She joined her team downstairs for the rest of the flight. The minute she appeared and joined them they started talking her ear off. Especially Quin, he started telling everyone of how she jumped over the side after he was knocked over by a T-Rexaur, and used a T-board to carry them back up to the city. "It was sooo coool! I mean, all of sudden I just saw this HUGE tail swing around and then I was just falling. And, you know, I figured, 'Well Quin, looks like you're going to that big Garden in the sky.', then I see this silver/gray thing streak by me and then I see Silvur flying up towards me on a T-board. And the whole time we are heading back I'm thinking, 'Thank you, thank you.' And what's even cooler, when we reached the top, she didn't even take time to catch her breath or anything like that, she just went on fighting." He turned to Silvur. "You kick major ass, dude. Where did you learn to fight like that?"
Autumn snickered and looked at Quin. "Do I sense hero worship, Quin?"
He whined, "No, well..maybe a little. You guys are one to talk, look who's a member of the Trepies?", then looked at Alex and Autumn and they looked down at their feet and blushed. She couldn't help but laugh, which made Quin perk up, and he laughed too. Having friends might not be so bad after all.
Quin turned back to Silvur and asked again, "So, where did you learn to fight like that?"
If I'm gonna be friends with someone, I have to talk. She smiled, kinda flattered because no one had ever openly said they admired her, and told them. "I knew how to fight and how to junction GF's and magic before I even went to Galbadia Garden. I learned everything from the man who adopted me after my parents died." She decided to leave out that he was Adel's knight before the Sorceress War had began. He had left her when it began, simply because he believed the war was senseless, and useless.