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Angelina raced to her room and grabbed her gun blade. She saw that her hair was in knots, so she quickly brushed them out. 'What could this mean? Why did he repeat those same words Luke had said?'
She was very confused about the whole deal while Seifer. He had repeated Luke's words to her, which terrified her. What if he left her like Luke did? Was her gift so strange, that no one could love her? Was it a gift or a curse?
She couldn't worry about that now. She had to destroy Adel. Maybe there was a way that she could spare Rinoa without sparing Adel. 'What will people think of me if I kill my own sister? What will I think of myself?'
As she exited Garden, she knew that her stay there would be utterly cut short. 'They can't have a murderer living there.' She knew very well that once her deed was done, she would be viewed as a murderer. How could that woman tell her to do that? She made it sound so easy. She had no idea what went on in her head. She wouldn't be her willing assassin.
What about Seifer? How would their relationship go after this? She felt he would never love her the same way. 'Why does this have to be me? Why did I have to be there the same time that woman died?'...
The night sky was pitch black with twinkling stars. A little girl about four with long black hair was holding her mother's hand. Her mother looked fondly at her with her beautiful brown eyes. The little girl looked back with her eerie, dark eyes.
"Come on Angelina," she sweetly said. "We can't have you getting lost."
"I know mama," Angelina squeaked. "I won't run off." Her mother smiled at her as she affectionately stroked her hair. They walked to the front of a pub. Her mother kneeled down to her height.
"Now listen Angelina," she warned. "This is very important. You must stay here until I get back. Mommy had to get something from the owner." Angelina nodded but looked unhappy about the situation. Her mother smiled as she disappeared into the pub, leaving her all alone.
To pass the time, she kicked a pebble around with her foot. She liked the fact that the pebble was purple. Purple was her favorite color. It was Rinoa's as well.
A cry for help startled her from her pebble. Curious, she decided to find out what it was. That path took her into a dense forest. She could see, but not well enough to be able to read anything. She could make out an old woman being cornered by a woman in her late twenties with flame, red hair.
"Please don't kill me," the old woman pleaded. "I have done nothing to you and therefore, you should do the same." The young woman laughed.
"Shut up Julia," she laughed. "Do you expect pity from me?" 'Julia! That's mommy's name. That's not mommy though.'
"You don't know what you're doing," she preached. "My power will come back in another form. You will never have it." In blind rage the red head blew up Julia. Her body parts flew everywhere. Angelina had to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming. This was obviously not a very nice lady.
"We'll see about that Julia," she snorted as she vanished into thin air. Angelina was terrified. She wanted badly to go home and tell Rinoa what happened. She started crying as she ran away from the carnage in front of her. A voice however, stopped her.
"Come here little girl," the voice suggested. She obediently walked over to where the voice was loudest. When she got there, she couldn't see anybody there.
"Don't be afraid," the voice chanted. "I won't hurt you." The old woman appeared transparent in front of her. Angelina screamed in surprise.
"I'm sorry to frighten you." Angelina ashamedly wiped tears that were falling from her eyes.
"It's okay," she sniffed. "Who was that mean lady?"
"That mean lady was Adel. She is said to be the most powerful sorceress in the world."
"Why did she kill you?" Julia sighed as if that question were a burden to her.
"She killed me because I have a gift she wants for herself."
"Why didn't you just give it to her?" Julia gave her a 'are you crazy' look. However, Angelina was too young to understand.
"It was my gift," she explained. "Would you give away a toy that was very special to you?" Angelina shook her head. Julia smiled.
"How will you get your gift back?"
"Adel doesn't have my gift yet," she replied. "I still have ownership over it."
"That's good right? You can keep it!" Angelina chirped happily while saying this. Julia however, sighed.
"No that's not good dear Angelina. I'm dead; what you see here is a spirit. I know you will not understand this now, but I've chosen you to be the gifted one."
"How do you know my name? You're not my mommy." Julia chuckled after she heard that.
"You will have the answer to that in time." Angelina felt all tingly as a bright light went into her.
"Hyne help you Angelina," she prayed as she disappeared. "Our fates are in your hands."
The fields of Balamb were exactly like her dream, except there were no dead bodies. As Angelina paced through the fields, she had begun to think of her gift as a curse. She knew it was, but had finally accepted it now. 'If I have to kill Rinoa, this is no gift.'
In the distance she could hear a woman singing. Her voice sounded mourned and in pain. It went like this:
I can't hide it anymore.
I feel so alone.
Will somebody please free me?
Free me from my prison.
In darkness you'll find light
And in light there's a spot of darkness.
Waiting for you to claim your destiny.
So take what's yours and face me.
As she came closer, Angelina saw that the person singing was Rinoa!
"Rinny," her voice quivered. "Is that you?" A chilling laugh came out of her mouth as she turned to face Angelina. Angelina saw that is wasn't Rinoa, but Adel! Strange, she looked like Rinoa except for her eyes. The eyes had Adel's blood red color in them. 'So Julia was right after all. Adel did possess Rinny. I can't believe that memory flashed back of when I first met her. Does Julia want me to remember?'
"Angelina," Adel sneered. "I see that you've seen my new body. Does it suit me?"
"I have seen your new body," she replied. "I must say that I'd rather see it dead than alive." Adel snickered at that remark.
"Most people do, probably because they cannot kill me. That's what bothers you isn't it? You're so obsessed with fulfilling your prophecy that it frustrates to not be able to complete the simplest of tasks."
"What makes you think that I care about my prophecy? I hate my lift Adel! All you are to me is a fly that doesn't know when to stop biting. Just let my sister go and I'll make your death a quick one." Adel raised a finger as if to consider it.
"Let your sister go? Why Angelina, this is the fun part of the game. It surprises me that you would want her alive after all the attention she got as a child..."
It was a beautiful spring day in Galbadia. Angelina now twelve years old, was attending Galbadia Garden to learn how to use her gun blade. Her father had suggested she train with one because of her strength and height. Rinoa having no military talent was to attend a regular school. Being the oldest sibling, Angelina got the least amount of attention paid to her. Apparently it was because of her sister's helplessness.
Angelina just lay on her bed crying. She rarely expressed her emotion like that. Usually a punch or two in a wall would do. 'Why don't my parents ever send me letters anymore? Why is it always Rinoa this, Rinoa that? I can't take it anymore; I hate her.'
The door opened quietly as Florence entered her room. She knelt beside her bed and brushed her black hair away from her face.
"What's the matter Angie?" Angelina looked up at her with her tear- stained face.
"It's my family," she moaned. "They don't even know I exist."
"I'm sure that's not true," Florence suggested. "I bet they love you a lot."
"Oh yeah," she shot. "If they love me so much, then why haven't they written to me at all this year?"
"Maybe they're busy." Angelina raised an eyebrow.
"Or maybe they just enjoy pampering their Rinoa. I'm sick of it! I wish she was never born!"
"You don't mean that," Florence warned.
"I do too," Angelina cried, her voice reaching its highest volume.
"Angelina you've got to understand that even though you don't like your family, you've got to love them. They'll all you have and one day, they'll be gone."
Angelina snapped out of the memory with Florence's words echoing in her mind. She looked up into the face of her sister, only to find Adel's smug grin.
"Ah doesn't walking down memory lane help?" Angelina narrowed her eyes angrily.
"I was twelve Adel. I never realized how important my family was to me until now." Adel glared irately at her.
"So you're still willing to fight a losing battle? You're a fool." Adel's body began to morph into Angelina's body. 'What the?' The body didn't look exactly the same. This Angelina clone had a goddess look to her with a long purple dress down to her ankles, with a v-neck up front.
"Tell me Angelina, can you fight yourself?" Angelina darkened as she heard herself. 'That bitch ruined my voice.'
"It'll be a challenge, but I think I can do it." The fight began with Adel casting Firaga on Angelina. She retaliated by striking her with her gun blade and ultimately cut off one of Adel's arms. When the severed arm hit the floor, it turned back into Rinoa's arm.
"The more you hurt me, the more pain your sister will receive." Those words stung her like salt in a fresh wound. This gave Adel enough time to cast death on her.
To Adel's surprise and much to Angelina's relief, the spell didn't even touch her. It bounced off her and went towards Adel. Adel screamed in fury when she realized what was happening. Her screams died when she went silent forever.
When Adel's spirit left, Rinoa's body transformed back to normal. Angelina knelt by Rinoa's raggedy body. Thankfully, Rinoa was still breathing.
"Rinny," she whispered. Her eyes opened and she smiled weakly when she saw it was Angelina.
"Angie I'm sorry," she coughed while sputtering blood.
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry that I was given all the attention when we were little. I know how much it upset you now. I'm sorry for getting mad at you at supper. I should have realized that you cared about me. Please forgive me." The blood that Rinoa was coughing up was now on her blue sweater.
"I will always forgive you Rinoa."
"I want you to do something else for me."
"What's that?"
"I want you to tell Squall the truth." With that Rinoa died peacefully in the arms of a sobbing Angelina. She picked her up and made her way back to garden.
She had to tell Squall the truth? 'What is the truth? Could she mean the truth about me?'
Note: Another chapter's done! If you have any questions, email me.
Angelina raced to her room and grabbed her gun blade. She saw that her hair was in knots, so she quickly brushed them out. 'What could this mean? Why did he repeat those same words Luke had said?'
She was very confused about the whole deal while Seifer. He had repeated Luke's words to her, which terrified her. What if he left her like Luke did? Was her gift so strange, that no one could love her? Was it a gift or a curse?
She couldn't worry about that now. She had to destroy Adel. Maybe there was a way that she could spare Rinoa without sparing Adel. 'What will people think of me if I kill my own sister? What will I think of myself?'
As she exited Garden, she knew that her stay there would be utterly cut short. 'They can't have a murderer living there.' She knew very well that once her deed was done, she would be viewed as a murderer. How could that woman tell her to do that? She made it sound so easy. She had no idea what went on in her head. She wouldn't be her willing assassin.
What about Seifer? How would their relationship go after this? She felt he would never love her the same way. 'Why does this have to be me? Why did I have to be there the same time that woman died?'...
The night sky was pitch black with twinkling stars. A little girl about four with long black hair was holding her mother's hand. Her mother looked fondly at her with her beautiful brown eyes. The little girl looked back with her eerie, dark eyes.
"Come on Angelina," she sweetly said. "We can't have you getting lost."
"I know mama," Angelina squeaked. "I won't run off." Her mother smiled at her as she affectionately stroked her hair. They walked to the front of a pub. Her mother kneeled down to her height.
"Now listen Angelina," she warned. "This is very important. You must stay here until I get back. Mommy had to get something from the owner." Angelina nodded but looked unhappy about the situation. Her mother smiled as she disappeared into the pub, leaving her all alone.
To pass the time, she kicked a pebble around with her foot. She liked the fact that the pebble was purple. Purple was her favorite color. It was Rinoa's as well.
A cry for help startled her from her pebble. Curious, she decided to find out what it was. That path took her into a dense forest. She could see, but not well enough to be able to read anything. She could make out an old woman being cornered by a woman in her late twenties with flame, red hair.
"Please don't kill me," the old woman pleaded. "I have done nothing to you and therefore, you should do the same." The young woman laughed.
"Shut up Julia," she laughed. "Do you expect pity from me?" 'Julia! That's mommy's name. That's not mommy though.'
"You don't know what you're doing," she preached. "My power will come back in another form. You will never have it." In blind rage the red head blew up Julia. Her body parts flew everywhere. Angelina had to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming. This was obviously not a very nice lady.
"We'll see about that Julia," she snorted as she vanished into thin air. Angelina was terrified. She wanted badly to go home and tell Rinoa what happened. She started crying as she ran away from the carnage in front of her. A voice however, stopped her.
"Come here little girl," the voice suggested. She obediently walked over to where the voice was loudest. When she got there, she couldn't see anybody there.
"Don't be afraid," the voice chanted. "I won't hurt you." The old woman appeared transparent in front of her. Angelina screamed in surprise.
"I'm sorry to frighten you." Angelina ashamedly wiped tears that were falling from her eyes.
"It's okay," she sniffed. "Who was that mean lady?"
"That mean lady was Adel. She is said to be the most powerful sorceress in the world."
"Why did she kill you?" Julia sighed as if that question were a burden to her.
"She killed me because I have a gift she wants for herself."
"Why didn't you just give it to her?" Julia gave her a 'are you crazy' look. However, Angelina was too young to understand.
"It was my gift," she explained. "Would you give away a toy that was very special to you?" Angelina shook her head. Julia smiled.
"How will you get your gift back?"
"Adel doesn't have my gift yet," she replied. "I still have ownership over it."
"That's good right? You can keep it!" Angelina chirped happily while saying this. Julia however, sighed.
"No that's not good dear Angelina. I'm dead; what you see here is a spirit. I know you will not understand this now, but I've chosen you to be the gifted one."
"How do you know my name? You're not my mommy." Julia chuckled after she heard that.
"You will have the answer to that in time." Angelina felt all tingly as a bright light went into her.
"Hyne help you Angelina," she prayed as she disappeared. "Our fates are in your hands."
The fields of Balamb were exactly like her dream, except there were no dead bodies. As Angelina paced through the fields, she had begun to think of her gift as a curse. She knew it was, but had finally accepted it now. 'If I have to kill Rinoa, this is no gift.'
In the distance she could hear a woman singing. Her voice sounded mourned and in pain. It went like this:
I can't hide it anymore.
I feel so alone.
Will somebody please free me?
Free me from my prison.
In darkness you'll find light
And in light there's a spot of darkness.
Waiting for you to claim your destiny.
So take what's yours and face me.
As she came closer, Angelina saw that the person singing was Rinoa!
"Rinny," her voice quivered. "Is that you?" A chilling laugh came out of her mouth as she turned to face Angelina. Angelina saw that is wasn't Rinoa, but Adel! Strange, she looked like Rinoa except for her eyes. The eyes had Adel's blood red color in them. 'So Julia was right after all. Adel did possess Rinny. I can't believe that memory flashed back of when I first met her. Does Julia want me to remember?'
"Angelina," Adel sneered. "I see that you've seen my new body. Does it suit me?"
"I have seen your new body," she replied. "I must say that I'd rather see it dead than alive." Adel snickered at that remark.
"Most people do, probably because they cannot kill me. That's what bothers you isn't it? You're so obsessed with fulfilling your prophecy that it frustrates to not be able to complete the simplest of tasks."
"What makes you think that I care about my prophecy? I hate my lift Adel! All you are to me is a fly that doesn't know when to stop biting. Just let my sister go and I'll make your death a quick one." Adel raised a finger as if to consider it.
"Let your sister go? Why Angelina, this is the fun part of the game. It surprises me that you would want her alive after all the attention she got as a child..."
It was a beautiful spring day in Galbadia. Angelina now twelve years old, was attending Galbadia Garden to learn how to use her gun blade. Her father had suggested she train with one because of her strength and height. Rinoa having no military talent was to attend a regular school. Being the oldest sibling, Angelina got the least amount of attention paid to her. Apparently it was because of her sister's helplessness.
Angelina just lay on her bed crying. She rarely expressed her emotion like that. Usually a punch or two in a wall would do. 'Why don't my parents ever send me letters anymore? Why is it always Rinoa this, Rinoa that? I can't take it anymore; I hate her.'
The door opened quietly as Florence entered her room. She knelt beside her bed and brushed her black hair away from her face.
"What's the matter Angie?" Angelina looked up at her with her tear- stained face.
"It's my family," she moaned. "They don't even know I exist."
"I'm sure that's not true," Florence suggested. "I bet they love you a lot."
"Oh yeah," she shot. "If they love me so much, then why haven't they written to me at all this year?"
"Maybe they're busy." Angelina raised an eyebrow.
"Or maybe they just enjoy pampering their Rinoa. I'm sick of it! I wish she was never born!"
"You don't mean that," Florence warned.
"I do too," Angelina cried, her voice reaching its highest volume.
"Angelina you've got to understand that even though you don't like your family, you've got to love them. They'll all you have and one day, they'll be gone."
Angelina snapped out of the memory with Florence's words echoing in her mind. She looked up into the face of her sister, only to find Adel's smug grin.
"Ah doesn't walking down memory lane help?" Angelina narrowed her eyes angrily.
"I was twelve Adel. I never realized how important my family was to me until now." Adel glared irately at her.
"So you're still willing to fight a losing battle? You're a fool." Adel's body began to morph into Angelina's body. 'What the?' The body didn't look exactly the same. This Angelina clone had a goddess look to her with a long purple dress down to her ankles, with a v-neck up front.
"Tell me Angelina, can you fight yourself?" Angelina darkened as she heard herself. 'That bitch ruined my voice.'
"It'll be a challenge, but I think I can do it." The fight began with Adel casting Firaga on Angelina. She retaliated by striking her with her gun blade and ultimately cut off one of Adel's arms. When the severed arm hit the floor, it turned back into Rinoa's arm.
"The more you hurt me, the more pain your sister will receive." Those words stung her like salt in a fresh wound. This gave Adel enough time to cast death on her.
To Adel's surprise and much to Angelina's relief, the spell didn't even touch her. It bounced off her and went towards Adel. Adel screamed in fury when she realized what was happening. Her screams died when she went silent forever.
When Adel's spirit left, Rinoa's body transformed back to normal. Angelina knelt by Rinoa's raggedy body. Thankfully, Rinoa was still breathing.
"Rinny," she whispered. Her eyes opened and she smiled weakly when she saw it was Angelina.
"Angie I'm sorry," she coughed while sputtering blood.
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry that I was given all the attention when we were little. I know how much it upset you now. I'm sorry for getting mad at you at supper. I should have realized that you cared about me. Please forgive me." The blood that Rinoa was coughing up was now on her blue sweater.
"I will always forgive you Rinoa."
"I want you to do something else for me."
"What's that?"
"I want you to tell Squall the truth." With that Rinoa died peacefully in the arms of a sobbing Angelina. She picked her up and made her way back to garden.
She had to tell Squall the truth? 'What is the truth? Could she mean the truth about me?'
Note: Another chapter's done! If you have any questions, email me.