You'll Be... My Living Legacy.

You'll be... my living legacy. 🧡

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Forgotten Memories | Headcanon | Drabble

Mothers should not have to cry for their sons. I remember my mother crying for me when they told her that I would never be coming home. I no longer remember her face, where I lived or even my own name. I just know she cried.

I don’t know for how long I have been floating here; drifting along in the lifestream…maybe I came here years ago, maybe it was yesterday…

…This place has a strange way of making you forget things that aren’t important anymore. It is kind of nice though…getting a new start.

As I floated along, I came by this place. The lifestream comes close to the surface, so it is as if I can just reach right out and touch the people that are living above. I like it here. It is quiet and tranquil. I think I would like to stay here for a while and see the sun again…

I reach out from that green light and my hand grabs onto something; I hang on tightly so I won’t be pulled away again. As I grip tightly onto that unseen thing, I can feel myself begin to be grounded until I no longer feel like I am being dragged away by the river of life energy. Instead, I can feel my feet slipping into the warm liquid of life as the sun shines down and warms my face. It feels good to feel the wind through my hair and to stretch my arms out again.

I have also made a friend.

I remember hearing his voice since the beginning, telling me about his day, his friends and how he dreams about becoming a hero. I enjoy seeing him every day. I want to give him something special so he knows how much I care…

“Hey Genisis! Look! My tree finally has an apple on it!”

Bright blue eyes stare up at me, the beaming face of the young boy framed by black locks. His friend cocks his head to the side, looking also with a bit of curiosity.

“Isn’t that tree a little young to be bearing fruit? I mean you just planted it two years ago…”

My caretaker huffs and brushes the comment off as he reaches up for my gift.

“That is why they are called ‘Dumbapples’. Because they have no idea when they are suppose to bloom. Damn…I can’t…quite…reach…”

Here let me get that for you.

“Ouch!”

Sorry.

Genisis laughs as Angeal rubs the head where he got clonked. “Looks like you are the dumbapple, Angeal!” The two just continue to laugh and share the fruit under my branches.

This is what makes me happy, moments like these. I hope they can last forever…

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“Genisis and I have been accept into SOLDIER.” Angeal tells me one warm afternoon as he leans back against me and I stretch out to shield him from the sun. I have never heard of SOLDIER but I hope he has fun and tells me all about it.

“Mom is a little worried about me going off to Midgar and us being on our own. We’ll be alright though.”

Wait…your going away? What about me? Does this mean I won’t be able to see you again?

These questions go unanswered. I speak them but they are not heard. Instead the call to dinner leaves me alone and left to ponder them on my own. Only the sound of a hammer hitting metal from the workshop across the yard fills the quiet evening air. I can feel the heat from the forage tickle the leaves on my branches. Mr. Hewley pulls a great slab of red metal from the fire and begins hitting and tempering as he speaks to his work.  

“You are going to be strong. The finest steel that was ever seen. You will be a sword worthy of being held by a first class soldier.”

What is he talking about? Does he really expect that sword to answer? There is no life in it.

“You represent our family’s honor. Make sure you protect my son.”

Angeal is going away…he is going off to fight. How can he be protected by something that is simply iron on steel?

Mothers should not have to cry for their sons…

But how do I know that…? I have always been a tree…

I want to go with Angeal. I want to protect him. I want to lift my feet up from this spot and walk beside him. I want to represent his pride and his dreams…

I reach out, desperate to move, to speak. Desperate to become that sword that gets to be by his side.

The hammer strikes and the red hot sparks fly. The water sizzles and steams and the metal is thrust into it. Each passing moment, as the steel is tempered and the weapon created, I feel myself slipping into something unfamiliar and then settling as the large sword begins to take shape. It is a strange feeling…a curious notion…

…what was I doing just a moment ago…I can’t remember…I feel like I have been asleep…

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My master frowns as he kneels down, observing the dead and withered tree that stood by the house. He told me he cared a great deal about that tree and I sense that he is troubled now at how it is brown and dry.

“I don’t know what happened…” he sighs as he stood up with his hands on his hips. “It was fine just last week.”

“Come on or we are going to miss the transport!” Master’s friend calls to him, impatient.

Angeal picks me up from where he leaned me against the trunk of the tree and settles me on his back. I haven’t been awake for long but I feel as if this is exactly where I should be. I need to protect him…because mothers should not have to cry for their sons…

…but why would they cry? I don’t really know.

I watch sleepily as the tree starts to fade into the distance. I somehow feel relieved to see it shrinking away until it is out of sight all together. I don’t know why…but it is something that I feel deep inside. There are still a lot of things I don’t understand. I have only been awake a short time. I just know that I need to protect my master. It is my job. It was what I was created to do and I will give my life to protect his.

…My life? But I have always been sword…what a strange notion…

Hmmm…I would like to try an apple someday…I think I would really like them.

The Case of Aerith | Hear The Cry of The Planet

It was hard when I lost Angeal. There was a maelstrom of emotions raging inside of me; what was worse was I didn’t know how to process any of them…

When I came back to the barracks for the first time with Zack, the company had already cleaned out Angeal’s apartment. Everything was gone…his clothes, his books, even the sheets on his bed. What was worse was the few things that I owned were gone too…including a picture from the old days.

After going threw waves of pain, confusion and anger, I finally just became depressed. For a full month I locked myself away in my true form. I didn’t talk want to talk to anyone. Not to Masamune and not to Zack.

I eventually came out of it though with a little help. Even when I wouldn’t budge, Zack would still talk to me and tell me about his day and how he hurt too. He would polish me religiously to keep the rust away and wear and tear to a minimal. Finally, after the third time of leaving my favorite apples out on the table did I come around. We shared a good cry together and then started off our beautiful partnership of warrior and living blade.

I didn’t cry this time…I still haven’t cried. I don’t know why…maybe it is because I don’t have the luxury of crying or maybe it is because there is no one to cry with. As I walked along the Midgar wastes, battered and beaten and trailing after my newest Master…I just felt too beyond pain to cry…

…when Cloud finally came around…well…it was like nothing ever happened.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being with Cloud. He reminded me so much of Zack, yet at the same time, I can see his true personality shining through. But even then…things were always kind of…different. To Zack and Angeal, I was their equal. To Cloud…I always feel like I am walking behind him.

Whatever…the whole thing is giving me a headache. I let out a sigh, keeping my eyes closed. It has been a long day and I am feeling drained. I can feel the stinging of the deep scratches across my flesh, reflections of the untended damage that I have suffered from recent fights. There is no room for regular polishing out here.

I slip my toes into the pool of unseen green light that I can feel flowing under the surface of the ground. It is warm against my skin and I can feel the energy crawling over me, bringing back a certain rejuvenation. As I sit there, relaxed, I can hear a hum start to radiate from that green light. It resonates though the ground and up into my chest. Usually this song is soft and comforting but this time it is sharp and painful, as if something crying out in pain.

“You can hear it too, can’t you?” A familiar voice says next to me as a feel a presence sit beside me.

Opening my eyes, it is night. The moon is full, bathing the grasslands in a silver light. Master was down below, reorganizing everyone’s Materia while everyone else was sleeping. He told me that I could have some time to myself, up and about, as long as I stayed out of trouble and out of sight; he didn’t want to have to explain my presents to Barret. I don’t blame him so I was up on a small hill, out of sight and earshot but still able to be on guard.

But I wasn’t alone. Aerith and come to sit beside me and it was she who spoke. In the beginning, I didn’t care much for her as I thought she was always too picky. When she met Cloud and the two started close, it felt like that she, like everyone else, just pretended Zack didn’t existed. However…by this time we had become fairly close. Aerith was a familiar face from an era of happier times. She was one of the few people left who knew about me and treated me for who I am, not what I am.

“Hm.” I hummed in response to her question. “I’ve always been able to hear it. I don’t know why though.”

I could see a soft smile play across her features. “I know why.” She replied in a light and almost playful tone. “I asked the planet about you once and it said it is because you are closer to it than most other people.”

“What else does the planet say about me?” I mused back.

“Well…” She starts, thinking for a moment as she looks up at the stars. “It says you have been doing a good job looking after Cloud.”

We were both quiet for a long moment, as if unspoken words were being exchanged. Finally, after spending another moment listening to that faint painful cry that seemed to echo around from every point, I spoke up.

“You are leaving.”

“Yes.” She replied. “I’m leaving tonight. I’m afraid that Cloud won’t understand.”

“He probably never will.” I close my eyes again, pulling my feet out of that green glowing river so the ringing in my ears would stop.

“Don’t be angry with him if he doesn’t…okay?” She had brought herself to her feet and now stood behind me with her hand on my shoulder. I looked up to her, feeling tired and worn, even more so than when I had started taking my needed substance from the lifestream.

“I can never be angry with him…” I gave a soft sigh and closed my eyes again as I felt Aerith’s hand slips away from my shoulder. Even when I knew she left, I could still hear her voice singing softly in my head, her voice like that gentle resonance that came from below.

𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓…𝒁𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕…

The next morning she was gone.

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