GRIFFITH
By Ramza Lionheart
Griffith…
In your youth, you were different from others.
Peculiar.
Charismatic.
Brilliant.
Griffith…
You had a dream.
To lead your own band of mercenaries, your own soldiers… your own allies.
That was your dream.
And you chased after it.
Griffith…And so, the dream grew bigger and bigger. You became closer and closer. And your allies increased.
Victory followed victory, glory followed glory and you remained undefeated.
You were so sure for yourself.
Griffith…
You believed that one must give everything he has to pursue his dream.
You had no moments of pleasure, rests or serenity until you achieve your dream.
One must follow his dreams.
Even then, you were so sure of yourself.
Griffith…
Then a lone warrior arrived. He was like a raging storm, a growling tiger and a wounded bear that no one dared to cross.
No one…
But you…
You made the unexpected. You tamed that tiger. You saw in it a potential ally and a valuable one at that.
You knew what awesome things you could do together.
And so you broadened your horizons.
Griffith…Victories increased and your reputation grew rapidly than a fire on a dry field.
Everything was going smoothly.
You rose up but you never came down.
You won and you were never defeated.
The dream was so close you could taste it.
True, there were a few sacrifices here and there. But, the end result was magnificent.
Griffith…Everything was going according to plan.
Your dream came true. You were engaged to the princess. Your army is the strongest and with some luck…….You could've been king!
Everything was going, oh so well.
Even then, you were so sure of yourself.
Then…came the unexpected.
Griffith…The soldier, the servant, the ally has repelled.
But you wish, it would've stopped at that. God, you wish so.
He did what thousands of allies failed to do.
What millions of enemies failed to do.
He exceeded you.
He was better.
No longer a pawn.
A human on the same, no higher level than you…
Griffith…And then everything crumbled. You do not know how it happened, but it went so fast.
You army was reduced to ruin.
The princess is no longer yours.
The throne is out of reach.
And your beautiful face…was gone.
Now you aren't sure of yourself.
Griffith…But then came an opportunity, an offer and a salvation.
Everything you wanted was to be given back to you. Everything.
Now you could go back to where you left, right? The story can have a happy end.
But there is a just one small detail…
The life of your allies!
Griffith…But then again, why not? After all your happiness is theirs.
Watching your comrades die one by one. You feel…clam.
No sadness, no pain.
Just the feeling of your huge black wings stretching.
And then came Caska…
Griffith…
Ah yes, beautiful Caska. How foolish you were to ignore her all these years.
But that could be easily fixed, right? She can be yours now.
Isn't that what she wants?
GRIFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!!!!!!
You look up and you see Gattsu.
Curse him! Is he still alive? Even now he tries to exceed you.
But no matter, what can he do?
You have the power.
You have his woman.
And 'they' are holding him down while he helplessly tries to be free.
The tears on his face can only mean one thing.
You have won.
You're better than him.
You're so sure of yourself now.
Griffith…
No.
You are not Griffith anymore.
You are Femto.
END
