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Okay, first of all, this almost has a spoiler for Crisis Core in it. Mostly, it'll be in the notes. Just a quick little ficlet that ate my brain while I was looking at CC pics. For more details, look under the cut.
Okay, from what we can tell in the pictures posted up from CC, Zack's mentor, Angeal, carried the Buster Sword before Zack did. And we all know who carried it after Zack. So, being the angstly little brat I am, the bunny ate my brain. No, I -don't- know what happens to Angeal, and I won't until the game comes out and someone posts about it. But I do know that it's very, very interesting that Zack carries his mentor's sword around. Thus, this was written.
Return to True
She is a sword covered in blood and death. Not just what her wielders deal out, but what she seems to carry as part of her steel and make.
All of those who carry her die. Die too young, die in pain, and die wishing that they could have protected the one who would carry her next better.
The last three bearers had been linked by more than her, though. They had been linked by the lifeblood of the planet, and hadn’t even realized it. When each of the bearers had died, they had slipped along with her into the next. Then both had slipped into the third, carried by her and by the blood of the planet. Fitting.
Now it was time to move on, and she was witness to yet another battle that would end in pain and hurt. This time, the blond would take with him two other souls, who were more than ready to rest. Her new bearer would not hear their voices, as he was untouched by the taint they had carried in their blood. Three souls would rest now, and she would pass along to someone new.
It was how it should be. She was a tool of death and destruction, and was not made to carry along souls.
New fingers wrapped around her hilt, strong, young hands who would deal out plenty of death of their own. She felt the other souls slip away, finally returning to the palebright green of the planet. That was good. It was where their place was. Just as her place was here, tasting blood as the one who was called Denzel wielded her for the first time.
With a joyful scream, she returned to what she was. She was not a memorial, a grave marker. She was a blade, born and made to taste the blood of her wielder’s enemies. She was the Buster Sword, and she was death itself wrapped in reality.
A return to one’s true nature was always a wonderful thing.
Like I said, no real spoilers, and a strange bit of work. Let me know what you think.
Okay, from what we can tell in the pictures posted up from CC, Zack's mentor, Angeal, carried the Buster Sword before Zack did. And we all know who carried it after Zack. So, being the angstly little brat I am, the bunny ate my brain. No, I -don't- know what happens to Angeal, and I won't until the game comes out and someone posts about it. But I do know that it's very, very interesting that Zack carries his mentor's sword around. Thus, this was written.
She is a sword covered in blood and death. Not just what her wielders deal out, but what she seems to carry as part of her steel and make.
All of those who carry her die. Die too young, die in pain, and die wishing that they could have protected the one who would carry her next better.
The last three bearers had been linked by more than her, though. They had been linked by the lifeblood of the planet, and hadn’t even realized it. When each of the bearers had died, they had slipped along with her into the next. Then both had slipped into the third, carried by her and by the blood of the planet. Fitting.
Now it was time to move on, and she was witness to yet another battle that would end in pain and hurt. This time, the blond would take with him two other souls, who were more than ready to rest. Her new bearer would not hear their voices, as he was untouched by the taint they had carried in their blood. Three souls would rest now, and she would pass along to someone new.
It was how it should be. She was a tool of death and destruction, and was not made to carry along souls.
New fingers wrapped around her hilt, strong, young hands who would deal out plenty of death of their own. She felt the other souls slip away, finally returning to the palebright green of the planet. That was good. It was where their place was. Just as her place was here, tasting blood as the one who was called Denzel wielded her for the first time.
With a joyful scream, she returned to what she was. She was not a memorial, a grave marker. She was a blade, born and made to taste the blood of her wielder’s enemies. She was the Buster Sword, and she was death itself wrapped in reality.
A return to one’s true nature was always a wonderful thing.
Like I said, no real spoilers, and a strange bit of work. Let me know what you think.