Songfic Alert! Liberi Fatali, in the English Version translated by Nora
Heath. If you want to find the lyrics to this song in both languages,
check out www.ffmusiconline.com and go to the FF8 column. On with the
show!
Disclaimer: Oh Yeah, forgot this in Prologue.these people don't belong to
me, they belong to Squaresoft.sniff.I wish Seifer were mine.
Rated R for violence and language and graphic scenes.
Genre: Angst/Romance/Supernatural
Chapter One: The Awakening
Ellone walked through the cold halls of the Sorceress Memorial. It was like walking through a morgue. But she had been asked to, by Uncle Laguna, President of Esthar, to inspect the place before it was condemned. Since Ultimecia had been defeated, there was no reason to keep confining sorceresses. Laguna wanted the place closed down.
She walked deeper into its corridors, into its halls of numerous women and little girls, most of them innocent, forever condemned for what they had been. It was sickening.
Finally she came to one tomb. The crystal tank was covered in dust and so was its identification plaque. Curious, Ellone brushed away the dust of the plaque and read the name.
SORCERESS LUNA-AGE 14 AT TIME OF CONFINING
"Oh! Oh no." She took her scarf and reached up to the tank surface. Sure enough, she saw-midnight black hair, marble white face, bluesilver eyes open and staring. She looked away, not able to bear anymore of it.
"Miss Ellone, are you alright?" an accompanying Esthar shoulder asked concernedly.
".I.I'm fine," Ellone replied softly, her hands up against the tank glass but her eyes to the floor. "This woman was a dear friend of mine. Do you think she would be.?"
"I'm not sure, miss. If you like, we could try and get her out of there and check for life signs. But I must warn you.she may indeed be dead."
"But could you check? Would you, please?"
"Of course, miss. I'll go get backup." He ran off.
Ellone sighed, unable to bring herself to looking at that poor lifeless face. "Now I understand why you couldn't keep your promise, Luna. I understand."
She walked away from her best friend's tomb reluctantly as she heard someone calling her in the other hallway.
Edea gazed out upon the flower fields. The threat to the world was gone; the night skies of Centra were filled with peace as the full opal moon shone down with subtle radiance, set in the tiny diamonds that were stars. Everything was right again.
Well.not everything.
She still remembered that fateful day when Ellone and Luna had been snatched away from her. She later learned that Esthar had known nothing about Odine's doings, and that when Ellone had escaped, the poor darling, Luna had been smuggled into a secret laboratory to further experiments, for they had found her inner powers. She had been informed also that though he claimed to his colleagues that he was trying to create the perfect successor for Adel, he was actually trying to turn Luna into the perfect warrior, a prototype for a potential race of warriors for the Esthar army. An army of bloodthirsty, mind reading, telepathic sorceresses and sorcerers that would wipe out any enemy. But Luna had proved to be much too strong and turned on Odine. She had been, with difficulty, restrained and stowed away forever in the Sorceress Memorial.
She was the only one who knew.
(Poor Luna. How long will you sleep, my dear?) She thought sadly. (Or are you beyond the point of waking? Luna.)
Edea felt a sudden jolt. It was not painful, just a twitch that ran through her fingertips, into her arms, vibrating throughout her entire body. Then she felt a presence, as if someone were standing right beside her but invisible. She looked up at the moon, noticing that it was brighter than a moment before.
::Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec.::
She nodded to herself, smiling softly. It was time.
::Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec. Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec. Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec.::
In the Sorceress Memorial, Athena stood in her last living pose, as she had stood for five years. Her arms crossed over her chest, she stared blankly into nothing. But she was not dead. Far from dead. Only sleeping. Only dreaming.
It was time to awaken.
::Wake from your sleep, my children, Your childhood years are gone::
Her eyes were vacant, staring, and dead. The bluesilver irises were like cracked ice, the pupils frozen, and large.
But then the pupils grew small, and the darkly lashed lids lowered closed. The palms that lay open on her shoulders balled into soft fists.
::Wake from your sleep, Children of Fate, Your rest is gone::
SMASH!
The crystallized tank exploded into shards away from the raven haired woman, freeing her completely. She opened her eyes and looked around with a vague wonder, then smirked, her eyes flashing malevolently. She lowered her hands, leaping down from the platform.
::Arise.Search::
Athena looked about her again. Ah, yes. The memorial. She raised her hand and ripped away the bangle on her neck, flinging it away like a useless piece of trash. She looked at herself incredulously. She was.tall. Six feet, at least. Her hair was longer, down to her waist. She was fully shaped, uncomfortable in her childhood clothing. But how had she awoken? Seifer.her inner voice told her. Seifer was the reason.
::Come to the true garden The garden of spring's truth::
She held out her hand again, concentrating. Out of nowhere her Hyperia formed in her hand, as if it had always been there. She grinned as she gave it a test swipe. It was still perfect as ever.
Athena heard a stuttering gasp and looked up from her blade. A few Esthar soldiers stood feet away, a look of shock on their faces at the revived sorceress. She smirked rudely and blinked at them, pointing at them her Hyperia.
"Looking for me?" she taunted, surprised by her own voice. It was deeper, fuller than before.
They screamed in fright, running away. She stretched her stiff limbs. Then, she marched forward through the hall. Athena knew where she had to go.
Seifer was at the Garden. She had to go to Seifer.
Why?
Because he was in need.
::With fiery truth, burn the evils of this world With fiery truth, light the darkness of the world::
She marched, her gunblade raised. It was instinct. Just like when the soldiers came back with more soldiers, trying to stop her, and she lunged at them and slew them all. That was instinct too.
She walked without a sound to the exit of her prison, smelling the fresh air and began to run, craving the oxygen that was once again passing through her lungs.
"Wait! Stop!"
She heard a familiar voice behind her. Ellone.? She wanted to head back to her, but her feet forced her forward to the door. She ran at breakneck speed out the exit, ignoring the pleading voice behind her.
"Luna, wait! Stop! Come back!" She allowed herself one glance back before leaping into the darkness of the night. Ellone was running after her, but stumbled and fell on her dress.
::Farewell, children::
Going through the exit, she encountered three more soldiers bearing weapons. Hyperia was out in a second, and in sheer moments all three soldiers had fallen at its wrath.
::From the day of Fate::
But from the surrounding darkness sprang many more soldiers, bodyguards of Ellone. They circled around Athena, bearing their swords cautiously.
Athena looked around. This was ridiculous. She wanted no more bloodshed, knowing that they were only protecting Ellone from danger, but they weren't giving her a chance to escape. Ellone stood outside the ring of soldiers, her face anxious.
"Luna.it's all right. We're not going to hurt you."
Athena looked around, seeing no chance of escape, feeling the need to trust her friend and set down her blade. But then she snarled in frustration, distrust and self-loathing filling her eyes.
"My name is Athena!!! Athena, you hear me!?" she shouted, swiping her gunblade angrily. This was a bad move, for the soldiers saw it as a motion to attack the young woman and lunged forward.
::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec:: ::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec::
"No! DON'T!!!" Ellone cried at the soldiers.
::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec:: ::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec::
Athena closed her eyes and crossed her arms, as if about to protect herself. But suddenly a bright blinding light filled the eyes of the soldiers and Ellone, a strong wind kicking up around them.
Suddenly the light was gone. And so was Athena.
A/N: I know, it sucked.all my fics suck. But please be nice, please? Thanx! Review, please! Please!
Chapter One: The Awakening
Ellone walked through the cold halls of the Sorceress Memorial. It was like walking through a morgue. But she had been asked to, by Uncle Laguna, President of Esthar, to inspect the place before it was condemned. Since Ultimecia had been defeated, there was no reason to keep confining sorceresses. Laguna wanted the place closed down.
She walked deeper into its corridors, into its halls of numerous women and little girls, most of them innocent, forever condemned for what they had been. It was sickening.
Finally she came to one tomb. The crystal tank was covered in dust and so was its identification plaque. Curious, Ellone brushed away the dust of the plaque and read the name.
SORCERESS LUNA-AGE 14 AT TIME OF CONFINING
"Oh! Oh no." She took her scarf and reached up to the tank surface. Sure enough, she saw-midnight black hair, marble white face, bluesilver eyes open and staring. She looked away, not able to bear anymore of it.
"Miss Ellone, are you alright?" an accompanying Esthar shoulder asked concernedly.
".I.I'm fine," Ellone replied softly, her hands up against the tank glass but her eyes to the floor. "This woman was a dear friend of mine. Do you think she would be.?"
"I'm not sure, miss. If you like, we could try and get her out of there and check for life signs. But I must warn you.she may indeed be dead."
"But could you check? Would you, please?"
"Of course, miss. I'll go get backup." He ran off.
Ellone sighed, unable to bring herself to looking at that poor lifeless face. "Now I understand why you couldn't keep your promise, Luna. I understand."
She walked away from her best friend's tomb reluctantly as she heard someone calling her in the other hallway.
Edea gazed out upon the flower fields. The threat to the world was gone; the night skies of Centra were filled with peace as the full opal moon shone down with subtle radiance, set in the tiny diamonds that were stars. Everything was right again.
Well.not everything.
She still remembered that fateful day when Ellone and Luna had been snatched away from her. She later learned that Esthar had known nothing about Odine's doings, and that when Ellone had escaped, the poor darling, Luna had been smuggled into a secret laboratory to further experiments, for they had found her inner powers. She had been informed also that though he claimed to his colleagues that he was trying to create the perfect successor for Adel, he was actually trying to turn Luna into the perfect warrior, a prototype for a potential race of warriors for the Esthar army. An army of bloodthirsty, mind reading, telepathic sorceresses and sorcerers that would wipe out any enemy. But Luna had proved to be much too strong and turned on Odine. She had been, with difficulty, restrained and stowed away forever in the Sorceress Memorial.
She was the only one who knew.
(Poor Luna. How long will you sleep, my dear?) She thought sadly. (Or are you beyond the point of waking? Luna.)
Edea felt a sudden jolt. It was not painful, just a twitch that ran through her fingertips, into her arms, vibrating throughout her entire body. Then she felt a presence, as if someone were standing right beside her but invisible. She looked up at the moon, noticing that it was brighter than a moment before.
::Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec.::
She nodded to herself, smiling softly. It was time.
::Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec. Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec. Fithos.Lusec.Wecos.Vinosec.::
In the Sorceress Memorial, Athena stood in her last living pose, as she had stood for five years. Her arms crossed over her chest, she stared blankly into nothing. But she was not dead. Far from dead. Only sleeping. Only dreaming.
It was time to awaken.
::Wake from your sleep, my children, Your childhood years are gone::
Her eyes were vacant, staring, and dead. The bluesilver irises were like cracked ice, the pupils frozen, and large.
But then the pupils grew small, and the darkly lashed lids lowered closed. The palms that lay open on her shoulders balled into soft fists.
::Wake from your sleep, Children of Fate, Your rest is gone::
SMASH!
The crystallized tank exploded into shards away from the raven haired woman, freeing her completely. She opened her eyes and looked around with a vague wonder, then smirked, her eyes flashing malevolently. She lowered her hands, leaping down from the platform.
::Arise.Search::
Athena looked about her again. Ah, yes. The memorial. She raised her hand and ripped away the bangle on her neck, flinging it away like a useless piece of trash. She looked at herself incredulously. She was.tall. Six feet, at least. Her hair was longer, down to her waist. She was fully shaped, uncomfortable in her childhood clothing. But how had she awoken? Seifer.her inner voice told her. Seifer was the reason.
::Come to the true garden The garden of spring's truth::
She held out her hand again, concentrating. Out of nowhere her Hyperia formed in her hand, as if it had always been there. She grinned as she gave it a test swipe. It was still perfect as ever.
Athena heard a stuttering gasp and looked up from her blade. A few Esthar soldiers stood feet away, a look of shock on their faces at the revived sorceress. She smirked rudely and blinked at them, pointing at them her Hyperia.
"Looking for me?" she taunted, surprised by her own voice. It was deeper, fuller than before.
They screamed in fright, running away. She stretched her stiff limbs. Then, she marched forward through the hall. Athena knew where she had to go.
Seifer was at the Garden. She had to go to Seifer.
Why?
Because he was in need.
::With fiery truth, burn the evils of this world With fiery truth, light the darkness of the world::
She marched, her gunblade raised. It was instinct. Just like when the soldiers came back with more soldiers, trying to stop her, and she lunged at them and slew them all. That was instinct too.
She walked without a sound to the exit of her prison, smelling the fresh air and began to run, craving the oxygen that was once again passing through her lungs.
"Wait! Stop!"
She heard a familiar voice behind her. Ellone.? She wanted to head back to her, but her feet forced her forward to the door. She ran at breakneck speed out the exit, ignoring the pleading voice behind her.
"Luna, wait! Stop! Come back!" She allowed herself one glance back before leaping into the darkness of the night. Ellone was running after her, but stumbled and fell on her dress.
::Farewell, children::
Going through the exit, she encountered three more soldiers bearing weapons. Hyperia was out in a second, and in sheer moments all three soldiers had fallen at its wrath.
::From the day of Fate::
But from the surrounding darkness sprang many more soldiers, bodyguards of Ellone. They circled around Athena, bearing their swords cautiously.
Athena looked around. This was ridiculous. She wanted no more bloodshed, knowing that they were only protecting Ellone from danger, but they weren't giving her a chance to escape. Ellone stood outside the ring of soldiers, her face anxious.
"Luna.it's all right. We're not going to hurt you."
Athena looked around, seeing no chance of escape, feeling the need to trust her friend and set down her blade. But then she snarled in frustration, distrust and self-loathing filling her eyes.
"My name is Athena!!! Athena, you hear me!?" she shouted, swiping her gunblade angrily. This was a bad move, for the soldiers saw it as a motion to attack the young woman and lunged forward.
::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec:: ::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec::
"No! DON'T!!!" Ellone cried at the soldiers.
::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec:: ::Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec::
Athena closed her eyes and crossed her arms, as if about to protect herself. But suddenly a bright blinding light filled the eyes of the soldiers and Ellone, a strong wind kicking up around them.
Suddenly the light was gone. And so was Athena.
A/N: I know, it sucked.all my fics suck. But please be nice, please? Thanx! Review, please! Please!