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The will of the gods' for the fate of the damned Ragged breath brings life to the still world, a small sliver of light from the outside creep into the silent monument of Sector Five’s Church. In the day or dark of night, the outside world remains grim, living in the shadows of the privilege, those who believed they live in the grace of the Gods. The chosen who join in the search for the legendary Promised Land and bask in unlimited light of Mako. They lived in ignorance that they were destined for a bright future. And what of those would dwell below their feet and in their shadows. Nothing of their concern unless it is to the interest of the people above the accursed Plate. This world of despair is not what Harmony knew of in all her short life. Born above the Plate, it is hard to believe that children of the higher class could fall so low, to be less than human.
What sin have I committed? What am I at fault to deserve this? Harmony thought tearfully. She lost everything that fateful night on a mis
Lament from a Broken Heart[Tribute to “Pictures of You” by Makoheadrush, Dillon Marquard is her OC, and Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix.]
The night is still, almost unsettling. Dark clouds roll in with soft rumbles of thunder. All of Kalm are safe in their homes, away from the cold rain…All except one person. A figure treads onto a hill overlooking the dreary world. She pulls the dark cloak tight, the hood over her head for some protection from the rain. This is where they held the service, it’s still fresh on Harmony’s mind. She couldn’t speak out loud during the funeral, but her heart screamed as she stood in the crowd with tears streaming from her human eye. Her other eye, an addition to the cybernetic implants from Hojo’s experiments, pierces in the shroud of darkness. Its emerald glow remains hidden by a curtain of long, brown bangs and the hood of the cloak.
Harmony couldn’t sleep. Her body wracked with pain that isn’t physical, and her
Epic of the Lost - Tribute to Pictures of You In legends we hold since the dawn of life,
Of brave heroes who prevailed in great strife.
Some of which in their last moments, give their greatest sacrifice.
Those souls we often pray will find the Lifestream, realm of paradise.
The names of our heroes are what we keep in mind, and hold in each heart,
From Zack the noble, Aerith the gentle, and Cloud the brave,
Who ended ShinRa and their evil art.
Yet there are more who no one could save,
There were heroes who came to be, they depart.
Among the heroes who we have not known,
The men and women, whose stories remained unheard.
They have save you and me, but their names never written in parchment or stone.
Hear the tales of Dillon, Quinn, and Zane, all who fought and ventured.
Quinn Malloy the Persistent, her eyes of azure ablaze with her shining wit.
Small in size, fair as her ancestor, Shiva of crystal, ice and snow.
Quinn wield a sharp mind and a heart of gold, it held no fear, not one bit.
Her love for life, adv
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