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Prophecy's Refrain	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 1023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A.N. YAY! PLOT! This story DOES have one, I promise! And we're back on track. You see, I broke my foot a few days ago, and have had PLENTY of time to brainstorm. Hope you like where this is going! (and as far as a certain character being a bit OOC in this chapter... I AM THE AUTHOR, I AM GOD! Actually... I just couldn't figure out how dto do this WITHOUT making him OOC... so deal with it lol) As always, R&R!
Chapter 38
'There's that feeling again.' Harmony thought as she tossed another shirt over her shoulder. She was currently rifling through Sassi's room, searching for her denim skirt that she'd let the redhead borrow. She kept finding herself distracted, a strange tinging pull nagging at her senses.
Harmony shrugged her shoulders, a physical attempt to shake the feeling, and tossed a pair of pants behind her. Standing from the pile of clothes she was nearly buried in, she made her way to her next victim- the bureau near the window.
And stopped in her tracks. On the wall beside the bureau was a large painting. A portrait of Sassi's grandfather... and her-no, their- Grandmother.
As Harmony gazed at what was an almost perfect image of herself, she felt that nagging pull again.
'Its the picture,' She thought. 'What am I not seeing?'
"Hey, Sassi? Can you come in here a minute?" She called.
"Coming!" the redhead answered. "Hey Hari, what did yo-Oh my god what have you done to my room?" She gasped, taing in the clothes thrown everywhere, covering her once-immaculate floor.
"Never mind that." Harmony said, waving her hand in the air. "Look at this painting. While I was looking for my skirt, I kept feeling something pulling at my attention. Then, when I looked at the painting, that feeling got a lot stronger. But I can't see anything extraordinary about it, other than the fact that I look a hell of a lot like my grandmother." She explained.
Sassi 'hm'ed a bit and leaned in closer to inspect the piece. As she neared the painting, the bottom left hand corner began to glow a bright green.
"What is that?" Harmony asked, shocked.
"I don't know! I've never seen anything like it... It wasn't there before!" Sassi answered. "Look, its changing...Oh my God, its my..."
"Its your family crest." Harmony finished. The Guardian lifted her hand and ran her fingers across the image. Instantly, she felt as though a bolt of lightnening shot through her. With a gasp, she yanked her hand back.
"Harmony? Are you okay?" Sassi asked, laying a gloved hand on her friend's shoulder. Harmony looked at Sassi and gasped again.
Surrounding her friend was the most beautiful mist that Harmony had ever seen. It swirled in magnificent greens and whites, and blues and yellows, and colors that the young witch had no name for. At that same moment, Harmony felt a strong need overcome her. The need to protect, to be, to love.
At that same moment, the beat that had taken her body from that electrifying bolt exploded, and Harmony fell to her knees. Without so much as a whisper of a spell, or a twitch of her fingers, fire erupted from her palm.
Sassi gasped. "You didn't say a spell! Or use hand signs!" She cried.
"I know!" Harmony breathed out. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she focused on a music box on Sassi's dresser across the room. With a mere thought the box lifted from the dresser and floated into Harmony's outstretched hand.
"Touch it. Touch the mark." Harmony breathed to Sassi.
"Are you sure that's safe? I don't think that-" Sassi said, unsure.
"You know that I would never let you do it unless I knew it was safe." Harmony cut her off. "Do it. Trust me. Please!"
Sassi took a deep breath. With a rigid nod of her head, she slipped her glove from her hand, reaching out and laying her finger against the mark- a beautiful depiction of the Aiglin tree, different from Harmony's, rising up from the palm of a withered hand.
Instantly, she felt a warmth fill her. Voices came from everywhere and nowhere, whispering of power, of peace, of life and energy.
A noise from the doorway had Harmony tearing her gaze from Sassi's now-rigid form.
"Sassi? Sassi!" Loz cried out, rushing into the room. His cry had Kadaj, Yazoo, and Sephiroth following. Though Harmony was confused as to why Sephiroth was with the Remnants, she brushed that thought aside, stepping in front of Sassi and blocking the eldest Remnant's path.
"What's going on? What's wrong with her?" Loz shouted.
"She's fine. I can't explain it... that painting... It's special. I... I can't... Just don't touch her right now!" Harmony said.
"You're different." Sephiroth said, taking in Harmony's appearance. "What happened?"
"Like I said, I don't know. I just know that whatever it did, touching the painting... It unlocked something. Look!" With that, she raised her hand again, and before anyone could think, Kadaj's sword was drawn from his hip by an invisible source. It came to rest in Harmony's hand.
"I didn't say a spell. I didn't think a spell. And I didn't use hand signs." She said.
The faces in the room were all twisted in shock, the eldest Remnant staring at his lover with heart-stopping anxiety.
"Sassi..."
!#$%^&*()
'What the...where am I?' Sassi thought. One moment she was standing in her Grandparent's old room, and the next she was surrounded by white. White, and flowers, as far as she could see.
"Welcome home, Little One." Came a voice that echoed throughout the stillness.
"Huh? Who are you? Show yourself!" Sassi shouted into the white emptiness.
A soft, multitoned giggle sounded around her, and a green mist wisped into being before her.
"We are you. We are others. We are everything, and we are nothing. We are life, and we are death. We are the Lifestream, Little One, and we have finally found you."
Sassi gasped and backed away, frantically batting at the mist as it closed in and surrounded her.
"Don't be afraid, child. We mean you no harm. Too long have you been sealed away from us. Too long have you been vulnerable, without your power. Too long has it been since we spoke to our children."
Sassi stopped struggling, and the mist grew warm, settling into her skin with what felt like the embrace of a Mother.
"Your Guardian, her heart is pure, and yet veiled by saddness, veiled by guilt, and fear. She must know that she is not alone."
"You mean, there's another Guardian out there, somewhere?" Sassi asked.
"Yes. Not born a Guardian, but of great heart, and great spirit. You will know him when you see him. You have already met. He will not accept it, at first. He will fight, he will grieve. But he will answer our call."
"Who is it... wait a minute, I thought only girls were Guardians?" Sassi said, confused.
The voice laughed again, a soothing melody that calmed Sassi's confusion and fear. The meadow she stood in began to dissapate.
"Not anymore. Now, child, awake! Awake with all the power that your blood has given you! Awake!"
Just before the mist and the meadow faded into nothingness, Sassi heard another voice speak.
"Find us where the light does not touch. We have left you our history, our power."
Sassi froze. 'I know that voice...'
"G...Grandfather?" She called out.
"We are so proud of you, éan beag(**), so very proud." Another voice echoed those words, this one a light, melodic breeze.
"Bródúil as sin an-"(**)
"Mother? Mother!"
!#$%^&*()
"Mother!" Sassi gasped out as she fell to her knees. She was once again in her room at the Flint Manor.
"Sassi?" the redhead turned toward the voice. Harmony stood between the Remnants and herself, and instantly Sassi felt what Harmony had after she had touched the painting. A light surrounded Harmony, almost a silver glow. Sassi was immediately gifted with a powerful knowledge of strength, and trust.
"Caomhnóir.(**)" She whispered. Harmony's back went rigid and she turned to Sassi as a chill swept down her spine. "Its true." Sassi continued, looking her coven-sister in the eye. "Its all true! I'm a Cetra! You're a Guardian!"
"How do you know? What did you see?" Kadaj asked, stepping forward.
"I heard... so many voices... And a green mist... It spoke to me. It gave me power."
"The lifestream."
The group turned to find Aerith and Zack in the doorway, Harmony staring in, for the light that had surrounded Sassi, surrounded the flower-girl as well.
"Yes." Sassi confirmed. Aerith nodded with a smile.
"I thought I felt it. I knew it had to be you. I haven't felt the lifestream at all since we woke up in this world."
!#$%^&*()
Sephiroth watched the exchange, fighting the urge to recoil from the closeness of the small Cetra. The guilt he felt, the pain at knowing that he took the life of someone to precious, the fear of her rejection. He hated the emotions she inspired in him.
'The Great Dread General, Hero of ShinRa, reduced to nothing at the sight of a mere girl.' He scoffed silently. Aerith's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hari, you're glowing." She said, her tone curious.
"Huh?" Harmony, ever articulate.
He rolled his eyes and looked over to the Guardian. His eyes then widened. "You are." He agreed.
"What are you talking about? What glow?" Kadaj asked, looking back and forth between the three.
"I see it, too." Sassi added. "I think, as Cetra, Aerith and I can see that Hari is a Guardian. But why can-" Sassi choked when she looked to Sephiroth.
"Its not possible!" She hissed, "The Jenova cells-" A voice echoed through her mind. 'Not born a Guardian, but of great heart, and great spirit. You will know him when you see him. You have already met.'
"Redemption..." Sassi whispered.
"What was that?" Sephiroth asked. He'd heard her perfectly, he just didn't understand what she was getting at.
"What do you want out of being here? The one thing that you want the most? Don't lie to me!" Sassi said.
Sephiroth thought about not answering her, and then he caught a glimpse of Aerith out of the corner of his eye. She was glowing, too. So many swirling colors, cool, but warm at the same time. Sassi was right.
"Redemption. Forgiveness." He sighed.
"From who?" Sassi prodded.
"Aerith."
Sassi nodded and locked eyes with the flabbergasted Harmony. The two seemed to hold a silent conversation before their features steeled and they both nodded.
"Touch this." Sassi said, pointing to the mark on the painting.
"What will happen?" Sephiroth asked. No one ordered him around. He'd do it, but he'd do it because he wanted to!
"If I'm wrong, nothing. If I'm right... Well, you'll all see."
Sephiroth scowled. He did not like being handled, as he would put it. If he said no, he'd appear a coward. If he said yes, weak-willed.
'Oh hell.' He thought, stepping between the girls, 'What have I become?'
With that, he pulled his glove from his hand and lay his fingertips across the mark.
And his world flashed white.
!#$%^&*()
"Well, that didn't take much. Really, we expected them to have to forcefully hold you down." The voice startled Sephiroth, though he was more startled by the knowledge that he seemed to be floating in a sea of white and green, and had been for some time.
"Who are you?" He barked sharply.
"We will not answer a question to which you already know the answer."
"You are the Lifestream." Sephiroth said, not needing confirmation.
"Good. Very good. You know why you have been called here."
"No."
"Yes you do."
Sephiroth racked his brain trying to find what the voice was so adamant about being there.
'Aerith and I can see Guardians.' Sassi's voice rang out. Not her exact words, of course...
But enough to knock the wind out of him.
"I am not a Guardian." He hissed. "I am a monster, created in a lab. Jenova rots within me!"
"Yes, she does." The voice whispered back. "You, Sephiroth, have escaped the clutches of death many times over. More than once, you have floated in the abyss, never truly rejoining the Lifestream. Your sins, they trap you. And so we, the Lifestream, have given you a chance to change your fate. You have the power, power that drew us to you. You have the will, the want. You seek redemption, and we... have given that to you. Though lacking the bloodline, you've been given the power, the bond. Guide, protect, and love, Sephiroth. Love her more than your own life. Protect her as you would your own child, for that is the very reason you and Harmony exist. That is your purpose..."
Sephiroth felt a wave of dizziness rush through him as the world seemed to spin.
!#$%^&*()
When Sephiroth opened his eyes, he was on his back in Sassi's room, the words of the Lifestream still ringing loudly in his mind.
"That is your purpose... Guardian."
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