Unworthy Sacrifice
Prologue
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I call
And there is no reply
Like some phontom cry
On ears too far away...
--"No Reply" (Cowboy Bebop)
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Silence a deafening silence consuming all that surrounds me devouring all
that is within me. This is my Hell. How ironic. How very, truly ironic that I shall suffer
through this Hell after all that I have done for my Planet.
I devoted my living days to bearing your wisdom and your agony I spent countless
hours praying and desperately trying to cultivate the land, to help ease your pain I
cared for you, I even died for you, and for what? This is how you repay me?
Simply because I am a half-breed? Could not the Planet make an exception for its last
daughter? For its sacrifice?
I I am so lonely. I miss my friends. I miss Elmyra. I miss my parents.
I knew I was to die for the Planet. I was able to accept this because I longed to be with
my parents in the Promised Land! And you deny me even this small pleasure my Planet?
How dare you?
I am doomed to float in a vacant abyss for eternity, because, simply, I had been born. And
after all I had done for you, all that I sacrificed, this is my reward.
I hate you, Planet. I hate you. I gave up everything for you, and you dare to deny me the
one thing I wanted in return
I could have forsaken you. I could have gone on to live a happy life. We would have died
at Meteor's landing, but at least I could have lived. And you would have suffered,
Planet. Does not my sacrifice mean anything to you?
Can you not bend the rules for the one daughter who carried out the most noble Cetran duty
of them all?
Can you not show mercy upon your martyr?
And you do not answer me any longer. Why? I have completed my tasks; I saved you from
Jenova, from Meteor. You're safe. So now why would you waste your time talking to me
any longer? You used me, your last daughter. How dare you.
Planet, you would have done well to have been destroyed by Sephiroth. Perhaps he was right. I would rather have been subject to him than to live on in your Hell. I suffer because I helped you. And now I am only sorry that I was ever born of this race.
I am sorry I ever helped you. I am sorry that I didn't ignore your cries and your words. I am sorry I gave up my chances of living a normal life simply to be used by you.
I truly wish that Jenova is revived... I know Sephiroth is alive yet. Yes... that is how I shall exact my revenge upon you, worthless Planet! I shall myself be revived through him, and together we will fulfill what I should never have interefered with!
I forever hate you, Planet. You destroyed my life. You shall rue the day you have forsaken your own daughter!
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Author's Note: Well, this sure is a far cry from my usual writings. Not the usual happy-ending now is it? Expect even more evil to sprout within our little flower-girl...