After Meteor
Day 09 Month 02 Year 00---- 09.01.00
Since Meteor's destructive force had been unleashed on the planet nothing was like it was before. The landscape around the once great mega metropolis of Midgar had been riddled with all sorts of new deadly monsters fighting amongst themselves for dominance and food.
Many of the survivors have started to leave out lying towns and villages in the area to settle west of the Mrythil Mountains. Many have even settled in the abandoned Mrythil mines for protection from the random meteorite showers that were left behind after Meteor blew. A quick death would have been a blessing these people. I have seen men killed by the new monsters unable to fend them off. They die all for the sake of protecting their loved ones.
I hear the words 'loved ones' and I can not help my thoughts falling on Lucrecia. My dear Lucrecia, to this day I do not know why she chose Hojo. Why she shunned me out of her life for the sake of science, why she offered her unborn child to the Jenova project. I had found her during my quest to kill Hojo, she begged me to tell her if her dear son was alive.
The child that she loved died, I told her. Although I did not tell her that he truly died when he became the focus of the Jenova project.
She never got to hold him.
Nor did I.
Sephiroth could have been my son. My human side wishes that it were true, but Chaos. my demon counterpart the creation of Hojo that ultimately killed that mad man with a sick dramatic irony. Chaos does not even acknowledge that Sephiroth is mine, gifted for greatness by Hojo.
There were many player in this drama that had borne Sephiroth.
Was it a coincidence that I came to know Cloud Strife and the others, that I found retribution in the death of Hojo and Sephiroth. I would like to believe that I have atoned for my sins; that I have atoned for not killing Hojo so long ago. Or killing Lucriecia the biological host of the silver haired monster, I could not bring myself to do either such thing.
I walk now with others who have lost so much during this crisis. With these people my past sins feel as though they are slowly being lifted. There is hope in their tired eyes as they wait for the day that the sun will shine on the Planet once more. I too wait for that day where I will be allowed to rest in peace free nightmares of the past.
Vincent Valentine's Journal Entry.
Since Meteor's destructive force had been unleashed on the planet nothing was like it was before. The landscape around the once great mega metropolis of Midgar had been riddled with all sorts of new deadly monsters fighting amongst themselves for dominance and food.
Many of the survivors have started to leave out lying towns and villages in the area to settle west of the Mrythil Mountains. Many have even settled in the abandoned Mrythil mines for protection from the random meteorite showers that were left behind after Meteor blew. A quick death would have been a blessing these people. I have seen men killed by the new monsters unable to fend them off. They die all for the sake of protecting their loved ones.
I hear the words 'loved ones' and I can not help my thoughts falling on Lucrecia. My dear Lucrecia, to this day I do not know why she chose Hojo. Why she shunned me out of her life for the sake of science, why she offered her unborn child to the Jenova project. I had found her during my quest to kill Hojo, she begged me to tell her if her dear son was alive.
The child that she loved died, I told her. Although I did not tell her that he truly died when he became the focus of the Jenova project.
She never got to hold him.
Nor did I.
Sephiroth could have been my son. My human side wishes that it were true, but Chaos. my demon counterpart the creation of Hojo that ultimately killed that mad man with a sick dramatic irony. Chaos does not even acknowledge that Sephiroth is mine, gifted for greatness by Hojo.
There were many player in this drama that had borne Sephiroth.
Was it a coincidence that I came to know Cloud Strife and the others, that I found retribution in the death of Hojo and Sephiroth. I would like to believe that I have atoned for my sins; that I have atoned for not killing Hojo so long ago. Or killing Lucriecia the biological host of the silver haired monster, I could not bring myself to do either such thing.
I walk now with others who have lost so much during this crisis. With these people my past sins feel as though they are slowly being lifted. There is hope in their tired eyes as they wait for the day that the sun will shine on the Planet once more. I too wait for that day where I will be allowed to rest in peace free nightmares of the past.
Vincent Valentine's Journal Entry.