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My name is Sephiroth Yumoto. I'm the prince of the sacred angels, heir to my father’s throne. I do not take after his name, instead I take after my mother’s. I have lived a long hard life, to the age of 984. If you wish to know me, then here is my story.
I woke up early Saturday morning, to the yelling and screaming of my mother and father. They were having another argument over some trivial matter. The yelling got louder and louder until it turned abruptly into silence with a loud smack, Sal had hit her across the face once again. Soon after I heard mother run from the room crying and slamming the door behind her. I got up quickly and went to her on the garden balcony where I knew she’d be, the only place in the sacred castle that she finds peace and harmony. Small as I was at the time, I sat in her lap and wrapped my arms around her neck as she cried into my shoulder. After all her tears stopped falling and her shoulders stopped shaking, she slowly lifted her head and wiped away the last of the tears that stained her face. “Oh Sephy, my little angel, I'm so sorry that you had to hear all that. Did we wake you?” she asked me with that kind voice of hers that had such a sad tone to it. “No mother, I was already awake.” I lied so to not make her feel any worse. I looked at the red mark on her left cheek and the anger in me toward father grew. Zoe must have seen my look, for her eyes grew more sad and worried. “Please do not confront your father Sephy. I don’t want you getting hurt.” She said. I shook my head, “Do not worry mother, I wont confront him.” I say, knowing it was the truth. If I went to him, he would think that Zoe was trying to turn me against him and punish her more. I would not allow that. Although I tried everything I could to prevent him from hurting her, there was very little I could do. I've tried to defend her, but that only angered him more. Everything I do to help mother angers him, and it angers me that he is so cold hearted and hurts her because of me. I look forward to the day I can see him suffer just as much as he makes those around him suffer, especially mother. I swear that one day I will take revenge and make him suffer, but right now, at the age of only 6, I could do nothing but watch.
4 years later
“Mom?! Are you going to walk me to the academy today?!” I called from my bedroom as I got dressed. There was no reply, so I finished dressing and went to her bedroom door and knocked. “Mom? Are you in there?” I asked. No reply. Figuring that she was already having breakfast, I went to the dining room. It was a large rectangular room with a long rectangular wooden table in the center, two hundred chairs surrounded it (counted by myself when bored). It gleamed with cleanliness and polish with it’s delicately fancy carved designs. The floor was white marble, and white marble walls with lit torches all around. A giant chandelier hung from in the middle of the ceiling, casting light into every corner of the room. Only my father sat at the head of the table as he ate breakfast, I briskly walked over to him. “Father, mother isn’t in her room and she didn’t reply when I called out to her. Where is she?” I asked him. He shrugged, “I don’t know, and I really don’t care.” He says. His reply angered me, but I didn’t let him see that. “Go find my mother.” I ordered a nearby servant. “Yes, milord.” He says and scurries off. I eat my breakfast while I wait for the servant’s return, knowing it would take a while to search the whole castle. I ate slowly, a bad feeling eating away at me until I finally gave up trying to eat and put down my fork. I stood up and started pacing, waiting impatiently for the servant’s return. “Son, sit down before you walk a hole into the floor.” Said my father annoyed by my pacing. “Yes, father.” I say and sit back down. I still can’t eat and instead fidget with my fork. After a half hour which felt like an eternity, the servant returned and I stood up quickly and looked at him expectantly. “Well?” I ask. “Milord, I could not locate your mother inside the castle or in the gardens. She is not within the castle grounds.” He says. Sal bangs his fist on the table. “What!” he yells outraged and the servant cringes. “She knows very well that she is not permitted to leave the grounds without my permission. I shall punish her for this. Send out a group to search for her.” He orders the servant. The servant bows, “Yes, milord.” He says and runs off to get away from his king’s wrath. I glare at my father, then storm out of the room. I go back to Zoe’s bedroom and walk right in. On the nightstand next to the bed was a note neatly folded. I go to it and open it up.
My dear Sephy,
I hate to leave you all alone in the castle, but I can bear it no longer. Your father is too cruel and I'm afraid that my heart cannot hold any more hatred from him. I must leave my son, but my heart will always remain with you. Please don’t grow up to be like him.
Best of luck my little angel,
Your loving mother Zoe
My hands shook as I read the note, and I could not stop the tears from falling from my eyes and onto the note. With a heavy heart, I burned the note, the ashes falling from my hand and onto the floor, knowing that I could not risk Sal ever finding the note. I left the room slowly, leaving all my love for my mother behind in her room where I knew her best.
900 years later
To sum everything up, I became a cold hearted person, never showing any emotion. I trained almost every day for the rest of my life, I do this because of the news that Sal told me a few weeks later after mother left.
Flashback
“Son, I have some news about your mother.” Sal said to me one afternoon. “Yes? Have the warriors found her?” I ask excitingly, hoping that mother had come back. “Yes, they found her body. She’s dead.” He says. My heart seemed to shatter right there and then. Dead? Mother can’t be dead? She couldn’t die and leave me alone in this world with this monster for a father! “W-what?” I ask, my voice shaky. “Your mother was killed by Ansem, the information came from the witnesses of her death. The body was almost completely destroyed, so I had the soldiers destroy what was left.” He says unemotionally. “You did what!” I yelled outraged. “How could you! She was your mate! How could you do that to my mother!” In response, Sal punched me across the face to silence me. “Do not raise your voice to me Sephiroth. You will learn that love isn’t important, the only thing a mate is useful for is bearing heirs, which you will have to do once you become Lord.” He says, then leaves me in my grief.
End of Flashback
So I trained every day to become stronger, and some day take revenge on Ansem for my mother’s death, and on Sal for causing her so much pain that drove her to flee and be killed.
84 years later
I am very strong, but still no where close to Ansem. I recently found out the truth, Ansem did not kill my mother only a few weeks after she left that day long ago, but he did kill her three hundred years later. I hate my father even more for lying to me about mother, he did it so I would not go look for her myself. I found this out from someone I also wanted to kill, someone whom I found out was my half sister. Simora Yumoto. I no longer want to kill her, and she told me everything the entire truth about my mother.
 Simora Yumoto · Sat Apr 28, 2007 @ 08:41pm · 4 Comments |
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