Prologue
Why did my angel die?
A cry was heard fom a nearby cradle. Beside the cradle rested the most beautiful woman Zidane had ever encountered. Her final breath was drawn and her once soft chocolate eyes closed forever. Her skin was becoming this gray tint. Zidane burst into a fresh round of sobs. She was gone...He promised he would never let her go! But she was gone! A hand touched his shoulder. A Thirteen year old Eiko Carol looked to him with sympathy. I don't need your damn sympathy, he thought to himself. I need Dagger! Eiko saw his pain and drew her hand away.
Zidane has changed, he decided. This change was inevtitable...but he was so cold..so very cold. It was as though he was a differant person. She looked to him as he continued to let his new daughter cry. She carefully walked to the cradle to see the most beautiful child she had ever set eyes on. She was so tiny with a small horn poking from her forehead and a tail coming through a hole in her diaper. Eiko picked the child up to comfort her. The girl was a mirror image of her mother. Eiko felt tears form as well for what was most certainly not the first time. How would Zidane be able to look at her without hatred? She turned to Zidane.
"If you like...I can take the princess with me...Until your period of mourning has passed..." She said gently. Zidane gestured for her to get away. Eiko promptly obeyed though deep down she knew, Zidane was dead as well.
Why did my angel die?
A cry was heard fom a nearby cradle. Beside the cradle rested the most beautiful woman Zidane had ever encountered. Her final breath was drawn and her once soft chocolate eyes closed forever. Her skin was becoming this gray tint. Zidane burst into a fresh round of sobs. She was gone...He promised he would never let her go! But she was gone! A hand touched his shoulder. A Thirteen year old Eiko Carol looked to him with sympathy. I don't need your damn sympathy, he thought to himself. I need Dagger! Eiko saw his pain and drew her hand away.
Zidane has changed, he decided. This change was inevtitable...but he was so cold..so very cold. It was as though he was a differant person. She looked to him as he continued to let his new daughter cry. She carefully walked to the cradle to see the most beautiful child she had ever set eyes on. She was so tiny with a small horn poking from her forehead and a tail coming through a hole in her diaper. Eiko picked the child up to comfort her. The girl was a mirror image of her mother. Eiko felt tears form as well for what was most certainly not the first time. How would Zidane be able to look at her without hatred? She turned to Zidane.
"If you like...I can take the princess with me...Until your period of mourning has passed..." She said gently. Zidane gestured for her to get away. Eiko promptly obeyed though deep down she knew, Zidane was dead as well.