Author's note: Here is another exciting chapter. The beginning tells a story of Anya's life, but it doesn't realy show who her parents are. It just shows how she became to be an evil person. Later on, she'll tell you who her parents are. Oh, some maybe be wondering where I got the name from... well... to be honest, that's actually my middle name and I do love that name! Don't you? Enjoy!
Chapter 9 - Pretty Flower
A little girl laughed at the butterflies that flew past her. She snatched one, playing with it in her palms and watched it flutter its wings before her eyes. Its colourful decor of red, blue and yellow, clashed together like the ocean and the sun combined. She wriggled her feet in the sand and felt the cool, sandy texture between her toes. She loved the beach. Opening her palms gently, she watched the butterfly flapping away from her sight as it disappeared.
"Look momm! I picked a pretty flower for you!" she said, without looking over her shoulder. She knew her mother's shadow was looming over her like a seagull searching for food in the beaches. She picked up a red rose from the ground beside her and stood up, turning around to face her mother, her baby blue dress twirling with her.
The woman smiled, watching her daughter hand her the red rose she probably picked from someone's garden. "This is a pretty flower!" she replied, letting the smell of the flower engulf her nostrils. She held out her hand towards her daughter. "Are you ready?"
Her daughter nodded, her face full of excitement. "I'm ready mommy!"
She smiled. Her daughter was turning into the smartest girl around. 'This woman is lucky!' she thought to herself. 'Too bad she won't be able to see her daughter grow up to become the reigning Sorceress of earth!'
Taking the little girl's hand, she led her into the waters, shallow enough so the water can only reach the girl's knees so not to drown her. With her free hand, she held out her palms towards the sun and chanted words the girl could not understand. After the chants, the ocean seemed to have moved itself. It arose from the ground and began to twirl violently in front of them. Wind blew both their hair and their dress together. The water suddenly subsided, revealing a floating doorway just a few meters away from them. The woman turned to her 'daughter' and smiled.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked, trying to hide the triumphant smile on her face and at the same time, the digusted look when she calle the girl, 'sweetheart.' She hated that. Her mother said that to the little girl. How much she loathed her. Even with the little girl's intelligence, she was still naive. She was glad her mother hasn't taught her anything yet about knowing who her strangers are or how she can tell if the people she knows are not some powerful sorceress taking their identity. Simply, she took hold of the little girl's hand and they started to float towards the door. The girl was at first frightened, but she managed to calm herself. 'She will be ready to be my pawn!' she thought, cackling mentally.
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"Hello!" Anastasia let her eyes focused on her parents, the ones who ruined her life and was ready to destroy them anyway possible, but she would have her fun first. All nine of them entered with angered faces. Some had confused looks and some with fire flaring in their eyes. She watched them first one by one. The two blonds with the baby, Alexis, the two brunettes, another blond and a short headed brunette and a cowboy wanna-be with long hair, who was also a brunette. She turned her eyes back to the two brunettes, smirking once she noticed the wide-eyes in the girl's face. "Ah..... mother!"
Everyone looked at Rinoa. Rinoa furrowed her eyebrows, confused and disoriented. She looked at everyone and shrugged her shoulders, having no idea of what the sorceress is talking about.
"It's all right if you're confused, mother. I'm sure you'll figure it out after I'm done revealing my true identity." She stood up, her dress a shimmer of gold and black. Like a model, she walked down the stairs and stopped at the second to last step, placing one finger on the top of her head. In slow motion, liquid like effects started to changed her face. Her hair changed into a familiar dark colour, her eyes a blue, her face with recognizable features, but her dress stayed the same. Her dress was long, reaching up to her ankles with a plunging u-neck line, showing her cleavage. Black roses were attached to each side of her long bell-like sleeves and part of her hair was tied back into a bun. A long black lace was tied around the bun, which camouflaged itself with the rest of her long hair down to her waist. A black cape followed behind her, which was attached around her waist. She didn't wear any makeup, because she didn't need one. She was a beautiful young woman, the exact replica of Rinoa, but had the same ocean blue eyes of Squall.
Rinoa and Squall looked at each other.
"Now.... do you two know who I am?" Anastasia asked, placing one hand on her hips and swaying them side to side as she walked down the very bottom.
Squall was speechless. She looked like Rinoa, but he didn't want to believe what he thinks he's believing..... does he? He stared back at Rinoa, who was as puzzled as he was. She couldn't move or speak. Squall reached for her hand and squeezed it lightly, making Rinoa leave the trance that she was in. She glanced at Squall and looked at him with a blank expression.
"Oh poo!" the young woman pouted, stomping her foot sarcastically. "Oh mother! How could you forget your own daughter? You trained me, ruined my life and convinced dad to hunt me down and kill me!"
Rinoa looked at Anastasia with an astonished expression. "How could I ever do such a thing? I would never do that!"
"That's a bunch of crap, mother! You treated me like dirt! And then, just when you thought you lost me.... you had her instead!" She pointed to two baskets behind her.
Quistis followed Anastasia' finger towards two simple wicket baskets, which looked like the baskets to use to put flower in. Inside were two babies, two of which she knows. She gasped and looked at Seifer standing beside her.
"Seifer..."
"I know... I see them. Don't worry, I'll get them both!" Seifer whispered back.
Zell moved beside Seifer. "How are you going to do that, Seifer?"
Seifer looked at him, a smirk curled on his lips. "Simple, Chicken-wuss! While Rinoa and Squall distract her, I'm going to sneak up and get the babies."
Rinoa looked over the young woman's shoulder, arching an eyebrow. "Who?" she asked, wanting to make it sound sarcastic, but she really wanted to know.
"That girl with the brown hair! And blue eyes!!! A girl which you replaced me with and took care of! I had to come back to the past and kill you, so you won't have her! I brought her here, so I could kill all of you together! That would be so nice!" Anastasia released a menacing laugh, but Rinoa could tell how sad the young woman was. She would never abandon her daughter like that, or replace her with another! Or have her husband, possibly Squall, hunt her only daughter down and kill her!
"Let me get this straight... You brought Gabriella here from the future to this past so you could kill us both?" Squall stared coldly at Anastasia, who didn't seem to be convinced that she was his daughter. "Now... if you were smart, then you could just kill us both from the time we had Gabriella so she won't be born and if you decided to kill us right now, then you won't be born either."
Anastasia stared back at him, the same cold eyes Squall had given her. She clenched her fists. "I'll... I'll kill you!" was all she could answer.
Squall smirked, a different kind of smirk Seifer usually give to everyone. It was his own smirk. He had gotten her confused. Now it was Seifer's chance to grab the babies and run like hell. He will never believe that this young woman, about his age is his future daughter. He knew Rinoa would never do the things Anastasia described.
Seifer moved ever so slowly pass the young woman, eyeing once and a while to make sure she wasn't watching. He pressed his back against the wall and sneaked like a thief trying to dodge the beams that would set off the alarm. His feet were just small little taps against the pavement, which could easily be covered with the voices spoken by the protagonists and the antagonist.
Quistis watched him go, also eyeing Rinoa's replica at the same time. She was worried that the young woman would catch him and kill him just as easily as she could kill a grat with her whip. Her heart beat a thousand drums, taking a silent deep breath when she thought the young woman was about to turn and look.
A large whirlwind suddenly surrounded them. A liquid image formed in front of the crowd, near the throne where Anya sat and nearby the babies who were still using their time sleeping, by Anastasia's spell. It would be a while until they would awake and cry. The liquid form gradually vanished, revealing the real enemy in this dilemma. The woman who they battled before and the one who raised a powerful Sorceress from the dead. She was the one who controlled Edea from the beginning and Edea in return, controlled by this woman, took Seifer as her knight and made him betray all of Garden. Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes turned into small slits and their faces masked in fear. Once again, Ultimaecia stands before them, the same pile they were in at the last battle with her.
Author's note: could it be Ultimaecia or just someone who looks like her? what is her and Anastasia's connection? what about the children? what do they have to do with this? Find the answered questions on the next chapter soon!
GoodGurl
Chapter 9 - Pretty Flower
A little girl laughed at the butterflies that flew past her. She snatched one, playing with it in her palms and watched it flutter its wings before her eyes. Its colourful decor of red, blue and yellow, clashed together like the ocean and the sun combined. She wriggled her feet in the sand and felt the cool, sandy texture between her toes. She loved the beach. Opening her palms gently, she watched the butterfly flapping away from her sight as it disappeared.
"Look momm! I picked a pretty flower for you!" she said, without looking over her shoulder. She knew her mother's shadow was looming over her like a seagull searching for food in the beaches. She picked up a red rose from the ground beside her and stood up, turning around to face her mother, her baby blue dress twirling with her.
The woman smiled, watching her daughter hand her the red rose she probably picked from someone's garden. "This is a pretty flower!" she replied, letting the smell of the flower engulf her nostrils. She held out her hand towards her daughter. "Are you ready?"
Her daughter nodded, her face full of excitement. "I'm ready mommy!"
She smiled. Her daughter was turning into the smartest girl around. 'This woman is lucky!' she thought to herself. 'Too bad she won't be able to see her daughter grow up to become the reigning Sorceress of earth!'
Taking the little girl's hand, she led her into the waters, shallow enough so the water can only reach the girl's knees so not to drown her. With her free hand, she held out her palms towards the sun and chanted words the girl could not understand. After the chants, the ocean seemed to have moved itself. It arose from the ground and began to twirl violently in front of them. Wind blew both their hair and their dress together. The water suddenly subsided, revealing a floating doorway just a few meters away from them. The woman turned to her 'daughter' and smiled.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked, trying to hide the triumphant smile on her face and at the same time, the digusted look when she calle the girl, 'sweetheart.' She hated that. Her mother said that to the little girl. How much she loathed her. Even with the little girl's intelligence, she was still naive. She was glad her mother hasn't taught her anything yet about knowing who her strangers are or how she can tell if the people she knows are not some powerful sorceress taking their identity. Simply, she took hold of the little girl's hand and they started to float towards the door. The girl was at first frightened, but she managed to calm herself. 'She will be ready to be my pawn!' she thought, cackling mentally.
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"Hello!" Anastasia let her eyes focused on her parents, the ones who ruined her life and was ready to destroy them anyway possible, but she would have her fun first. All nine of them entered with angered faces. Some had confused looks and some with fire flaring in their eyes. She watched them first one by one. The two blonds with the baby, Alexis, the two brunettes, another blond and a short headed brunette and a cowboy wanna-be with long hair, who was also a brunette. She turned her eyes back to the two brunettes, smirking once she noticed the wide-eyes in the girl's face. "Ah..... mother!"
Everyone looked at Rinoa. Rinoa furrowed her eyebrows, confused and disoriented. She looked at everyone and shrugged her shoulders, having no idea of what the sorceress is talking about.
"It's all right if you're confused, mother. I'm sure you'll figure it out after I'm done revealing my true identity." She stood up, her dress a shimmer of gold and black. Like a model, she walked down the stairs and stopped at the second to last step, placing one finger on the top of her head. In slow motion, liquid like effects started to changed her face. Her hair changed into a familiar dark colour, her eyes a blue, her face with recognizable features, but her dress stayed the same. Her dress was long, reaching up to her ankles with a plunging u-neck line, showing her cleavage. Black roses were attached to each side of her long bell-like sleeves and part of her hair was tied back into a bun. A long black lace was tied around the bun, which camouflaged itself with the rest of her long hair down to her waist. A black cape followed behind her, which was attached around her waist. She didn't wear any makeup, because she didn't need one. She was a beautiful young woman, the exact replica of Rinoa, but had the same ocean blue eyes of Squall.
Rinoa and Squall looked at each other.
"Now.... do you two know who I am?" Anastasia asked, placing one hand on her hips and swaying them side to side as she walked down the very bottom.
Squall was speechless. She looked like Rinoa, but he didn't want to believe what he thinks he's believing..... does he? He stared back at Rinoa, who was as puzzled as he was. She couldn't move or speak. Squall reached for her hand and squeezed it lightly, making Rinoa leave the trance that she was in. She glanced at Squall and looked at him with a blank expression.
"Oh poo!" the young woman pouted, stomping her foot sarcastically. "Oh mother! How could you forget your own daughter? You trained me, ruined my life and convinced dad to hunt me down and kill me!"
Rinoa looked at Anastasia with an astonished expression. "How could I ever do such a thing? I would never do that!"
"That's a bunch of crap, mother! You treated me like dirt! And then, just when you thought you lost me.... you had her instead!" She pointed to two baskets behind her.
Quistis followed Anastasia' finger towards two simple wicket baskets, which looked like the baskets to use to put flower in. Inside were two babies, two of which she knows. She gasped and looked at Seifer standing beside her.
"Seifer..."
"I know... I see them. Don't worry, I'll get them both!" Seifer whispered back.
Zell moved beside Seifer. "How are you going to do that, Seifer?"
Seifer looked at him, a smirk curled on his lips. "Simple, Chicken-wuss! While Rinoa and Squall distract her, I'm going to sneak up and get the babies."
Rinoa looked over the young woman's shoulder, arching an eyebrow. "Who?" she asked, wanting to make it sound sarcastic, but she really wanted to know.
"That girl with the brown hair! And blue eyes!!! A girl which you replaced me with and took care of! I had to come back to the past and kill you, so you won't have her! I brought her here, so I could kill all of you together! That would be so nice!" Anastasia released a menacing laugh, but Rinoa could tell how sad the young woman was. She would never abandon her daughter like that, or replace her with another! Or have her husband, possibly Squall, hunt her only daughter down and kill her!
"Let me get this straight... You brought Gabriella here from the future to this past so you could kill us both?" Squall stared coldly at Anastasia, who didn't seem to be convinced that she was his daughter. "Now... if you were smart, then you could just kill us both from the time we had Gabriella so she won't be born and if you decided to kill us right now, then you won't be born either."
Anastasia stared back at him, the same cold eyes Squall had given her. She clenched her fists. "I'll... I'll kill you!" was all she could answer.
Squall smirked, a different kind of smirk Seifer usually give to everyone. It was his own smirk. He had gotten her confused. Now it was Seifer's chance to grab the babies and run like hell. He will never believe that this young woman, about his age is his future daughter. He knew Rinoa would never do the things Anastasia described.
Seifer moved ever so slowly pass the young woman, eyeing once and a while to make sure she wasn't watching. He pressed his back against the wall and sneaked like a thief trying to dodge the beams that would set off the alarm. His feet were just small little taps against the pavement, which could easily be covered with the voices spoken by the protagonists and the antagonist.
Quistis watched him go, also eyeing Rinoa's replica at the same time. She was worried that the young woman would catch him and kill him just as easily as she could kill a grat with her whip. Her heart beat a thousand drums, taking a silent deep breath when she thought the young woman was about to turn and look.
A large whirlwind suddenly surrounded them. A liquid image formed in front of the crowd, near the throne where Anya sat and nearby the babies who were still using their time sleeping, by Anastasia's spell. It would be a while until they would awake and cry. The liquid form gradually vanished, revealing the real enemy in this dilemma. The woman who they battled before and the one who raised a powerful Sorceress from the dead. She was the one who controlled Edea from the beginning and Edea in return, controlled by this woman, took Seifer as her knight and made him betray all of Garden. Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes turned into small slits and their faces masked in fear. Once again, Ultimaecia stands before them, the same pile they were in at the last battle with her.
Author's note: could it be Ultimaecia or just someone who looks like her? what is her and Anastasia's connection? what about the children? what do they have to do with this? Find the answered questions on the next chapter soon!
GoodGurl