Siva
Introduction (Entitled "Duty")
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Squall Leonhart
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Entry No. 1
February 12
Why is it that we do what we do?
You see, there is always a question of intent. For every action, there is an explanation. For each person, there is a purpose. For everything there is, there is a reason.
In no simple way can I tell you the why of my actions. I can only tell you the story. Perhaps then, you will understand.
The war was over. Sorceress Ultimecia had been defeated. We were heros.
There was a broadcast from Dollet, announcing the sucess of "Squall the Lionhearted" and his companions; the two blondes, the sharpshooter, the girl in the yellow jumper, and the Sorceress Heartilly.
We had done the unthinkable. We had compressed time, with the help of Ellone, and gone to the future to stop Ulitmecia.
In short, we were saviors of the world. Heros.
With sucess, came duty. Responsibility. Headmaster Cid retired only two short years after the war, leaving me in his place.
I raised Quistis to the meaningless but respected position of Commander, and she thrived in the seat of power, acting more as Headmaster than I.
Selphie was put in charge of GARDEN activities, and promptly began a tradition of holiday festivals and parties at Balamb. Trabia and Galbadia quickly followed suit. It only proved that our facility had become the "standard" for military training.
I offered Irvine a seat on our council of nine, but he politely (but firmly) refused. Zell also declined the offer of a position of Councilor, and both he and Irvine became some of our finest mercinaries and top instructors.
Selphie no longer took missions. She claimed that she had killed enough for a lifetime. It was fine with me, because, though she was one of our strongest fighters, she had always seemed too innocent for the life of a cold-blooded killer.
Though we were in our GARDEN's seats of power, Quistis and I continued to go on missions when our administrative duty was lenient, or when a group of the highest skill or extreme political aptitude was necessary.
The Soceress Heartilly remained with us, protected from those who would aspire to harm her. "Cloistered," her father said, "in a facility that will not attend her needs properly."
After four years "cloistered" in GARDEN, she seemed to finally agree with him. Rinoa disappeared on June 16th, the fifth year after Ultimecia was defeated.
There was a long stretch of time after that rather turbulent period in which little happened. Life was, in fact, peaceful, or as peaceful as a mercinary's life can possibly get. I was not unhappy, at least, but nor was I content. I suppose I was simply . . . resting.
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Introduction (Entitled "Duty")
_______________________
Squall Leonhart
LionHeart12
Password ******
Entry No. 1
February 12
Why is it that we do what we do?
You see, there is always a question of intent. For every action, there is an explanation. For each person, there is a purpose. For everything there is, there is a reason.
In no simple way can I tell you the why of my actions. I can only tell you the story. Perhaps then, you will understand.
The war was over. Sorceress Ultimecia had been defeated. We were heros.
There was a broadcast from Dollet, announcing the sucess of "Squall the Lionhearted" and his companions; the two blondes, the sharpshooter, the girl in the yellow jumper, and the Sorceress Heartilly.
We had done the unthinkable. We had compressed time, with the help of Ellone, and gone to the future to stop Ulitmecia.
In short, we were saviors of the world. Heros.
With sucess, came duty. Responsibility. Headmaster Cid retired only two short years after the war, leaving me in his place.
I raised Quistis to the meaningless but respected position of Commander, and she thrived in the seat of power, acting more as Headmaster than I.
Selphie was put in charge of GARDEN activities, and promptly began a tradition of holiday festivals and parties at Balamb. Trabia and Galbadia quickly followed suit. It only proved that our facility had become the "standard" for military training.
I offered Irvine a seat on our council of nine, but he politely (but firmly) refused. Zell also declined the offer of a position of Councilor, and both he and Irvine became some of our finest mercinaries and top instructors.
Selphie no longer took missions. She claimed that she had killed enough for a lifetime. It was fine with me, because, though she was one of our strongest fighters, she had always seemed too innocent for the life of a cold-blooded killer.
Though we were in our GARDEN's seats of power, Quistis and I continued to go on missions when our administrative duty was lenient, or when a group of the highest skill or extreme political aptitude was necessary.
The Soceress Heartilly remained with us, protected from those who would aspire to harm her. "Cloistered," her father said, "in a facility that will not attend her needs properly."
After four years "cloistered" in GARDEN, she seemed to finally agree with him. Rinoa disappeared on June 16th, the fifth year after Ultimecia was defeated.
There was a long stretch of time after that rather turbulent period in which little happened. Life was, in fact, peaceful, or as peaceful as a mercinary's life can possibly get. I was not unhappy, at least, but nor was I content. I suppose I was simply . . . resting.
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