This story will use elements from Final Fantasy’s VII - X-2 and is not meant as anything other than an outlet for some very strange dreams I often have when I sleep at night. I don’t own any of the character’s that you may recognize and in fact don’t believe that any of the character’s actually belong ‘to me’ per se. Please don’t sue me and enjoy my Final Fantasy cross over.

Part 1:

“There are reasons for the things I do. Those reasons are my own, but know that what I do, I do out of love for you. Be strong, and continue to live. I will always love you my daughter.”

Those are the last words my birth mother spoke to me as she faded from sight, whether she had died or not still remains a question unanswered. But I know the truth of her last words and have lived by them to this day, this day of insanity that gives me reason to ask myself how I can stay strong.

After all I have learned up to this point of my true past, am still even sane?

Everything I thought I knew is proven false in the most dramatic of ways. My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, lived over 10,000 years ago and was considered such a powerful woman that she was frozen for most of that time. Not only that she is the basis for Aeons even existing, her being the first.

My father, my father was killed long before I was born protecting my mother, her knight till the very end. His death led my mother into insanity and my eventual birth, and then the creation of Sin.

Oh yeah, I think we passed sanity by a long time ago. But there is one thing I have learned from what few major facts I have uncovered in my years of searching, and that is that you can only rely on yourself.

But even then, that is not always enough.

No, in order to understand my life up to this point, it is prudent to know my parents and their origins. For my destiny was set in motion before even my parents were born. And it all goes back to one man and his greed for power and ‘the scientific truth of life’.

Part 2:

“How are the specimens coming along lieutenant?” A hunched man with long raggedy hair and glasses asked his young companion mildly.

“Just fine sir, specimen one has already given birth and been taken care of. Specimen two is currently undergoing labor and it is approximated that birth will occur within the hour.” The Lieutenant replied coldly even as he watched the proceedings from his monitoring station.

“Good work. Have all the tests been initiated on specimen one-one?” The hunched man watches the nearby monitor in interest as he asks the question.

“Yes sir, all tests are completed and we are merely waiting for the next phase in this particular experiment--” The lieutenant was cut off rudely as a red light began flashing along with the klaxon alarms. “Phase 3 initiated sir. What would you like us to do about the intruder?”

“It is essential to my research that these specimens be allowed back into the wild for long term study. We will use specimen two-one as our control.” The man once again turned his attention to the monitors before him, watching as a strong silver haired man rampaged through his compound. “Release the specimen and make sure that the lab is evacuated, all personnel and materials on the subject are to be protected and I fear that our variable here may be a bit too reckless for my tastes.”

The lieutenant saluted the other man sharply even as he gave the orders for the evacuation phase to begin. “Yes sir, Dr. Hojo. The base and all personnel will be evacuated within ten minutes and the self destruct sequence will be set for 20 minutes.”

“Good. Now begins my greatest research ever… the perfect being WILL exist, and she shall be my greatest accomplishment.”

Part 3:

For so long, so, so long, she had been nothing but what that man WANTED her to be, a naïve and mindless puppet used for harsh and inhumane experiments. That man had kept her separated from everyone and everything for, what she now could determine, had been many years. Too many years, as little more than a primitive beast with no knowledge and no form of thought. She had been LOWER than even the dumbest of beasts. For even the dumbest of beasts is not kept in pure isolation from the time of their birth till the time of their deaths.

She very nearly had been kept this way, if not for That Man’s so called experiments.

She had gone from knowing no other living object, to being housed with the mightiest of them. She had been given to her father, the great Blue Dragon. Honestly she could say that, in her eye’s at least, she had never feared her father, or any of their kind from the first moment they had met. And it had been this lack of fear, this lack of BEING, that had set her on the course she now followed.

In three days time, That Man would come to see her and take her from her father to be experimented on for hours and days on end. It would be then that she and her kin would strike out, and flee these confined spaces for the open air even the youngest of them could remember and dream of. Though she knew not what the ‘outside’ was, her being ached for it greatly.

‘Father says that while I am family, I also am not family because that is the way the ‘Creator’ planned it, and one day I would have to leave them behind. I am the daughter of no one, for I have long ago been cursed by That Man’s actions, and only love may ever redeem my soul.’

Part 4:

Once, a long time ago, I was told by someone I admired greatly, that ‘Death plays chess, Fate plays dice, but what isn’t widely known is that Angels play poker’. I never really understood that quote, not until just very recently.

Sitting here in my self imposed role, watching as she takes them all for fools, I can’t help but think that should Angels really exist, she would have to be one. An Angel of what exactly, I’m not sure, but an Angel none the less. Sighing gently, I watch as she giggles merrily and bounces over to her pathetic little boy toy, urging him to come out onto the dance floor with her. “C’mon, just one dance? Please?”

Amazingly enough, the pathetic little runt actually agrees and they head out into the crowd to dance a bit. She really is an Angel, a dark Angel and her Eternal Knight. Rinoa, I wish you the best in life, simply because in the end, you and I are too similar. I don’t want you to end up like I did, though really, I still think you could have done better than to be stuck with Squall for the next hundred years or so. But then again, it’s not my place to interfere in your life, and all I can do is promise that I will be there for you when I am needed.

“HEY! Irvine, give it back!” A yellow ball of sunshine chases the tall cowboy, screaming joyfully at the chase and proclaiming loudly to all those who knew how to listen, that this too, was a love that would endure for many, many years to come. Though I must say that I approve of Selphie and Irvine being together far easier than I do of Rinoa and Squall. Though I think it’s mostly because some part of me believes that Squall had yet to be able to prove himself worthy of someone I considered to be like family.

That, and he’s really an insecure ass-hole that hides behind his ‘tough loner’ attitude. I hate that about him.

Of course I’m not really sure why I feel this way, long before the war had begun I had once admired the young man, even loved him. But that had changed over the course of the war, as I sat there and watched those around me grow stronger and more sure of themselves and their lives. Only, he didn’t grow with them, and as I watched, I realized exactly how pathetic he was, and wondered at how stupid I had been, but I had still loved him enough to call him family. Now, a year after the war, and with much soul searching, I’ve come to realize that in my eyes all of garden is my family, but only a few could be considered ‘MY’ family.

Rinoa, the dark Angel who waltzed into our lives, and whom I shared a magical connection with. Selphie, the sun in human form, whom could make me feel better with just a look or a word. Irvine, the sharp shooting cowboy whom had the ability to remember when other’s couldn’t, or wouldn’t. And Matron, or Edea as many called her theses days, she who nourished my human side and it’s magical counterpart from the day we had met. These few individuals her still sometimes primitive instincts, had claimed and would allow no harm, mental or physical to befall them if she could help it.

/They are not your true kin, not the ones who raised you…/ Shiva’s thought’s caressed her own briefly and made her wonder briefly if the others could speak like this with their guardians.

/Of course they can’t, they have not the gift of speech like you./