This Little Life of Mine...
Disclaimer: I don't own FFIX or any of it's characters.
Author's Notes: I wanted to try my skills at a Kuja-POV fic, so this is what happened. At first it was going to be different, but as I started writing down ideas..well, this is the end result. It's written as if Kuja wrote it in a journal atdifferent ages, covering some events before and during Terra's destruction.
Aged 10 (Learning Ultima)
Faithful Logbook of Mine:
Nothing ever happens to me these days, it's just..live, breathe, be a puppet to a twisted creator, occasionally eat the pathetic scraps thrown at me by said creator, wonder what ever happened to the boy that was to be my replacement who I dropped on the second world, Gaia. Each day I grew angrier at Garland, the Creator, for creating the other male, more and more ready to kill him. I settled each day, after hiding in the small, cramped confines of the room I claimed as my own, and started learning magic when I was younger than I am now.
After a while, though..starting small fires and then cooling them quickly with ice got boring and just normal, everyday events. That's when I finally left my haven, my room, and explored the labs, stumbling across a rather interesting pile of books in Garland's private study. Maybe it was just curiosity, I'm not sure, but I took a few books back with me and ran into my room. I threw them at the foot of the small cot that I called my bed and grabbed the first book from the pile. I opened it hastily, anxious and a bit nervous of the knowledge that I could find in this book.
As I read I discovered more and more of the darker side of spellcasting and Black Magic as most were calling it in these times. I quickly learned the upper forms of my simple fire, blizzard, and thunder skills, and advanced that over the course of about a year to the highest form of them, what the books referred to the '-ga' stage. It wasn't enough for me, though. I returned the books each night and retreived them again early in the morning so my creator wouldn't come after me accusing me of 'tampering' or 'messing' with his belongings.
I got to a point where I needed the knowledge and the Creator didn't care what I did. He was too busy worrying over the newest Angel..the only girl of us 3, and the only one who seemed to be a defect of us. I have some memories of when I dumped the younger boy on Gaia, but my newfound book-learning seemed to shove the thoughts into the back of my mind. I felt the urge to just grab book after book, learn the casting and basics of a new spell and practice it to perfection.
It wasn't until the day I found the large black book, bindings seperating from age, on the highest shelf of the tallest bookcase in the study, that I thought something might go wrong. This book held the darkest, most dangerous trio of spells known to any fully-trained and talented black mage, Flare, Flare Star, and Ultima.
With my curiosity taking the best of me, I ran to my room with my sacred book, roughly sitting down against my cot-bed and opening it up. I started to read and almost memorize the words written on the page for the first of the three spells, Flare.
Author's Notes: I think this is a good ending, but then again, I'm a brain-dead freshman writing at 2am. Please leave me a review and I'll start working on the second part of 'Learning Ultima' as soon as I have..3 reviews! --
-roane-