Origins
By Keedra2173
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A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back. It's been a rough few months and I really haven't had any inspiration to write. But I'm here now with a new chapter, I hope you guys like it. Thanks for all who have supported this endeavor from the beginning. Even when I take months to update.
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Venus Gospel
He'd lived a long time; he had watch as various creature and civilizations rose and fell on Gaia. He saw the creation of the Cetra and he watched as Gaia's chosen children grew and thrived. His laughter was joyous as the Cetra endured and changed. For they did not crumble and perish like the ones who came before; millennia after millennia they endured and proved worthy of Gaia's gifts.
One day a meteor crashed into Gaia, being curious the watcher decided to investigate after all who knew what damage had been done. Embedded in the rock was an alien creature. It had been female but it seemed her body died on impact. Knowing there was nothing he could do; he left the site of the crash.
Eventually, the Cetra found the crash site and extracted the creature from it. That was the beginning of the end of Gaia's children.
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It had been some time since he'd wandered and he felt something was wrong. As he started his trek he noticed new monsters and plants all violent and aggressive. Many seemed to mutations of creatures and flora already on Gaia but they exhibited distinctly mavolent intelligence. They had few weaknesses and multiplied rapidly. Another disturbing thing was the appearance of beings that looked like the Cetra but did not have their gifts. When questioned they would say they gave their gifts to Mother so that she may be free. It was horrifying these creatures or humans as they named themselves were just as viscous as the animals and plants only they hid it. They also did not hear the voice of Gaia; they grew in numbers and soon turned their eyes to the Cetra with envy and hate.
The watcher decided he needed to investigate these changes; he journeyed to the Cetra city as he walked he saw many things that worried him. Not only were there many of these humans but it seemed that many of the Cetra were gone. Areas that were once peaceful became savage and dangerous, hosting the mutations of the planet's creatures.
By the time he'd reached the capital, he knew what was wrong. All of the mutations and humans felt the same as the creature from the meteor. He could feel her essence inside of each of them. He had made a mistake in determining the creature as dead. For it seemed her cells lived and were hers to control.
As he entered the central part of the city, he could see humans and Cetra fighting others outside the temple. The defenders doing their best to keep the crazed ones out; shouting and war cries echoed along the streets. The attackers kept pressing closer; looking away from the battle, the watcher entered the temple. In the central chamber, kneeling in a circle were the remaining Cetra and in the center of the circle was the alien. Looking at her the watcher was appalled to see that she had taken over one of the Cetra and had mutated her body to look like the one from the crash. She screamed and taunted the Cetra, speaking of her divinity and how she would use Gaia to return to the stars.
"You truly believe you can stop me. I am a Goddess and my children will free me. Once I am free I will consume all life on this world and use its hollow shell to sail amongst the stars once more," her musical voice wrapped gently around the room. Just has she finished, she was covered in Materia and lifestream; as the material was sealed a boom echoed through the temple.
The Cetra stood, weary from their work they looked around at each other; some nods were exchanged but each face held a fierce determination. "It is time, is everyone ready," spoke one.
Another spoke out, "Yes, Marshon and his family have escaped and will continue our legacy."
Tension seemed to leave many at this statement, "Then let us begin, we will only be able to cleanse part of her taint. However, we will give Marshon and his descendants time and hopefully these humans come to understand what she truly is and will help destroy her."
"Should we consult the watcher? Perhaps he has some advice," spoke the first.
"No it was our folly. Our arrogance and greed brought out destruction. We turned from the whisperings of Gaia and we must set in motion the path to fix it," stated the second. No one argued with her.
Soon they were seated cross-legged in the circle and a new chant began, one with a feeling of a prayer. The Cetra directed the chant and soon each was consume with a white light from a material around their necks.
He watched as HOLY consumed the remaining Cetra and then spread from the temple. Using his Sight, he watched as the light covered Gaia and consumed much of the taint left by the alien. Not all was cleansed but it was enough.
Once HOLY receded, the watcher gazed sadly around the temple. The Cetra remaining had given their lives. He walked out to the temple to see only humans remaining. He did not know if the one called Marshon and his family were spared from HOLY but he knew that more would be necessary to defeat the alien.
The watcher made a decision, he would forge a weapon. One that would support the ones to be created by Gaia. For his Sight had shown him the outcome if he did not.
He wandered and gathered materials from everywhere, woods and metals. Water from many streams, lifestream gathered from where it flowed to the surface. Once he had enough, he went to the mountain island, in the caves burned fires hot enough to melt any metal. There is where he would begin his work.
2,000 year later
It had taken a lot of work and time but he had finally finished. There had been mistakes and triumphs but after all this time it was done. She was beautiful; her shaft was entwining colors of black and red carved with representations of wind and sky; with the Symbols of loyalty and determination. The carvings told the story of the man who would wield her and of laughter and joy. The spearhead was simple in comparison; no engravings just shining metal with edges that glinted sharply. The watcher held the spear and let out a relived sigh. He had used much of his power to create her and now he need only wait for the one who would wield it.
The watcher left the caves and began the journey down the mountain. Using his Sight, he watched the years pass and the changes wrought on Gaia. Much of her was dying the lifestream was being consumed and there were those fighting it.
Shaking his head at the humans, he continued to the place called Rocket Town. There the Chosen would come with the one who would take the Venus Gospel and battle against the alien.
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Time passed as is its nature and the watcher stood staring into the place the rocket once rested. The ship had been launched and used as a weapon against METEOR. It had been a wasted effort on the part of the humans but a purpose had been served.
Shortly before the launch, the watcher had the opportunity to speak with the Chosen. It was an interesting conversation, for the boy was fractured and weighed down heavily with the past. The young man was not whole enough to fight the alien but the watcher could see Gaia moving to correct this.
Shaking his head from his memories, he gazed at the Launchpad with its metal supports that would never see use again.
"Excuse me," said a voice from behind. Turning he saw the Chosen and two of his companions. The watcher almost fell over as the Venus Gospel sang, for the older of the two a blond man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The watcher inwardly rejoiced for it was time then.
"How can I help you, sonny," he questioned not really expecting an answer.
"Oh we don't need any help right now. I just wondered how you were doing now that the rocket's gone," stated Cloud. He got the feeling that the old man knew exactly what was happening and was just waiting for something.
"I'm all right, a little sad but that's normal. She was there a long time and now she's gone; free you could say," pronounce the watcher, "I've always know she wouldn't be here forever but I had hoped."
Cloud looked confused and understanding of the man's words. For the touched something inside him; shaking his head he put the feeling aside to examine later. "That's true in a way but freedom is not always what it seems."
The watcher nodded and turned to his house, "You're probably right, boyo. Hold on sec, I got something for your friend there." Walking inside he went to the cabinet; pulling the spear from its mooring he returned outside.
"This is for you, kid," the watcher said as he handed the spear to Cid, "You'll need her down the road, I reckon. Take care of her and she'll take care of you. Name Venus Gospel." He ducked back into his house after that and watched the trio leave.
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Cid didn't know what to think. He remembered seeing this beauty once as a kid. He had wanted to hold her and feel her in his hands. The blond pilot never thought it would ever happen. He'd always felt there was a space inside him waiting to be filled and now it seemed that space was gone.
Lifting his arm, he pointed the Venus Gospel to the sky and exulted in being whole.
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A/N: There you have it people. Venus Gospel. It took a long time for this chapter. I just couldn't figure out how to make it reality. Thanks for sticking around and please review. I get inspiration that way. I've got a feeling for the next chapters of Reunion so don't despair; I'll be posting that soon. Thanks