Prism: Prologue...FF7
Title: Prism
Chapter Title: Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Author's Note: This is the prologue of a fiction I have been working on. Its all original characters. Final Fantasy 7!
Summary:
I’d like to say it all started when I met Cooper. But , that would be a lie. Cooper was the tip of the iceberg. I think this was always building up. Maybe its better to say that it all began when my father accepted the job at ShinRa. Yes , I look back and know it was his fault. So this whole state of affairs was building up long before I was born. This wasn’t Cooper’s fault. It is a sin for me to even think that way. Cooper was good and kind. Maybe a bit of a flirt , but he was still nice!
Maybe it is a little disrespectful to say that about my father. But , the old man never deserved respect. His career or family? Oh ,families are for the homeless. Never mind that your daughters needed a father. It doesn’t matter that your oldest little girl is ill. The youngest? She matters less! All she is a bookworm with extreme social anxiety. Not to mention your wife is cracked and not a soul in Gaia can help her. Leave her. Disappear. Its all the same. All that matters is ShinRa and your precious career.
Call me bitter. Call me harsh. I hate to admit it , but years of being without a parent figure has made me a bit bitter. It may be a flaw. April says I should let Father’s memory rest. She had. April married a good man for love, not money. She lives in the Slums. She is happy. Why can’t I be? To this day I still can’t figure out how April could have been so blessed. Always frail, little April was always a symbol to me. Her tiny thin body , weaken by sickness stood for purity.
I visited April every Saturday , without fail. It was my only ritual. My only religious activity. It had been like that ever since April had married Eric, a merchant. She had left the parental house very willingly. Lucky. I wish I could do the same. Getting out of the hellhole would be a treat. Someday I hoped to achieve that. True , it is a shallow dream. But, it is a better place than where I am now. Sitting next to my window , reading science books. Studying. Reading. Writing. Alone.
Loneliness was in only companion. Wow. That sounds melodramatic. Am I boring you with all this back-story and satire? Do you prefer prose and action? I’m sorry to inform you, I am not here to cater to your wants and needs. This is my story. You may leave if you see fit but , you will miss the best part! I guess this is my prologue. Nothing more Nothing less. I , your narrator will tell you my story. But , this is not just my story. This is the history of the six pseudo-heroes who tried to take down a modern day monarch. I will not stray from the truth. As much as I want to…. I can’t change the ending.