Hero A hero. Just what is a hero? Is it a person admired for courage, fortitude, prowess, and nobility? I am no hero. I have saved countless number of lives, some from the brink of death. Cloud, Tseng, Elena
Why do I exert myself to rescue them? Why do I fight?Sephiroth. He sought to destroy the planet following the dictations of his mother, Jenova. I did not want to be disturbed when Cloud and the others awoke me. Thirty years of nightmare haunted slumber was preferable to the living nightmare that occurred outside. Only the promise that I would encounter Hojo drew me away from the tiny village of Nibelheim: my resting place. Why did I stay? Was I really fighting for the planet? Or did my motivation stem from my inability to save her? I am no hero.
Slave to Love Pt. 3Sephiroths low snarl brought us back to reality. Both of us looked over to see Kuja striding purposely toward us. His brief expression of surprise revealed he wasnt exactly expecting his new quests; at least no so soon. However he recovered enough to congratulate Janus, Sephiroth, and his three sons, Black Waltzes One, Two and Three.The Masamune, Sephiroths infamous sword, hissed as it was drawn from its sheath. Also known as the Sword of Twin Souls, the blade had chosen the silver-haired swordsman in his youth. Only the souls within it knew why. Now it joined with its wielder in his hatred. Janus held out his hand and his favored scythe appeared. In his free hand a glimmering light began to show, the beginning of a lightning spell. Without a word he threw the spell at Kuja followed closely by a fireball, intent on incinerating him. Unfortunately
Slave to Love PT. 2Our blissful paradise lasted for ten wonderful years. However it wasnt to last, disaster lurked on the horizon.I always believed that I was barren. My ability to change my shape into any living thing made my DNA, my essence, too unstable to cycle like a normal woman. So when I found out that I was pregnant my heart nearly stopped from shock. I swiftly walled myself off from Janus. I wanted to adjust to this new development before he knew. It was not easy. Over the years our hearts and souls had become so intertwined that we could no longer keep secrets from one another without great effort
and not for long.I lasted for nearly half a day before Janus confronted me. He demanded what I was hiding from him. As his hand came down on my shoulder, the shields shattered. He froze as my knowledge of my condition dawned. His red eyes widened and he started at me, speechless.
Slave to Love Pt. One EDITSome say that love is the most profound of slavery. Ifthats true, would the removal of such feelings be freedom?I beg to differ. To explain, Ill have to start at thebeginning.I met the man destined to become my soul mate when I wasnineteen. I and a few others encountered the Magus on ourquest to rescue a friend from her abductor. He decidedthat we had means that could help him find his belovedsister, ones he obviously did not. But that didnt mean heenjoyed our company. For some reason, at that time, hefound me particularly distasteful. He scorned me for myfear of my inherent abilities; he insulted my intelligence;he mocked my lack of feminity.That first ten years of our acquaintance I came perilouslyclose to hating that man. And most of that time he wasnteven present. After Sara had been rescued each of us wentback to our respective worl