Chapter 3
A/N: If Anthy seems a bit OOC, it's because I believe the 'Revolution' did change her, and so now her frame of mind is torn between the Rose Bride, and who she really is. With that said, on with the show...
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The roses haven't changed. It's as if I never left. My rose garden, which had quickly become ours once the two of us became engaged. She had always insisted I accept her aid, since my rose collection was so vast. Perhaps these flowers have become immortal, like their former groomer.
My feet trace the familiar patterns of the walkways. Every step is a remembrance of the life I used to live. I never quite realized how I missed it. My roses are actually the only aspect about this place that I long for. Nowhere else in the world, do roses this beautiful bloom.
From across the garden, a glimmer of light catches my attention. Sharply I peer over, seeing a unique blooming above the others. Slowly, as I could not find it within me to rush after all this time, I waltzed over to the area of interest.
A white rose blooms. For there was only one pure, amongst the cruel duelists.
Bending over, I extend my graceful fingers to caress the petals, but the flower disappears before my eyes.
"Wh...?" Looking down, there is a strange stone slab barely protruding from the earth. Instantly the first thing I thought of was an old fashioned grave. I know every inch of my rose garden. And I know this was never here before.
I bring my face close enough, just so I can read the writing. Oddly enough, the characters were almost impossible to make out. They were worn down, but after grazing my fingers along the worn element, I was positive I had most of the words interpreted.
"To reach HE with the ABSOLUTE destiny... The ULTIMATE sacrifice..."
In spite of myself, I froze. "The ultimate sacrifice?" My lips repeated. Sliding my fingers farther down to the end of the stone slab, I caught one last sentence.
"The APOCALYPTIC weapon... Given not through the power of the DEVIL, but through the power of GOD..."
The words perplexed my mind. But the more I read, the more I began to understand. If this was what was asked me of, then so be it.
Death is no longer the enemy. Death has become the ultimate salvation.
"It's been a long time..." I mused, while preparing to summon the power of Dios for the final time.
A/N: If Anthy seems a bit OOC, it's because I believe the 'Revolution' did change her, and so now her frame of mind is torn between the Rose Bride, and who she really is. With that said, on with the show...
~*~
The roses haven't changed. It's as if I never left. My rose garden, which had quickly become ours once the two of us became engaged. She had always insisted I accept her aid, since my rose collection was so vast. Perhaps these flowers have become immortal, like their former groomer.
My feet trace the familiar patterns of the walkways. Every step is a remembrance of the life I used to live. I never quite realized how I missed it. My roses are actually the only aspect about this place that I long for. Nowhere else in the world, do roses this beautiful bloom.
From across the garden, a glimmer of light catches my attention. Sharply I peer over, seeing a unique blooming above the others. Slowly, as I could not find it within me to rush after all this time, I waltzed over to the area of interest.
A white rose blooms. For there was only one pure, amongst the cruel duelists.
Bending over, I extend my graceful fingers to caress the petals, but the flower disappears before my eyes.
"Wh...?" Looking down, there is a strange stone slab barely protruding from the earth. Instantly the first thing I thought of was an old fashioned grave. I know every inch of my rose garden. And I know this was never here before.
I bring my face close enough, just so I can read the writing. Oddly enough, the characters were almost impossible to make out. They were worn down, but after grazing my fingers along the worn element, I was positive I had most of the words interpreted.
"To reach HE with the ABSOLUTE destiny... The ULTIMATE sacrifice..."
In spite of myself, I froze. "The ultimate sacrifice?" My lips repeated. Sliding my fingers farther down to the end of the stone slab, I caught one last sentence.
"The APOCALYPTIC weapon... Given not through the power of the DEVIL, but through the power of GOD..."
The words perplexed my mind. But the more I read, the more I began to understand. If this was what was asked me of, then so be it.
Death is no longer the enemy. Death has become the ultimate salvation.
"It's been a long time..." I mused, while preparing to summon the power of Dios for the final time.