Realm Legends: Legend 4: The One-Winged Angel By: Chandra Rooney _______________________________________________________________________ Legal stuff: Sephiroth and all related FFVII characters/likenesses are copy-right of Squaresoft. Used without permission. Sarah Aylward copyright and appears courtesy of herself. The Green Gibbon!/Midori Saru copyright of GG!. Used with permission. Moon Guardian, Ashrire Guardian, Lirsage Sephiroth, Gabriel Sephiroth, Nexus Jarre, Zephyr, and all other original Realm Legends characters/likenesses/concepts are copy-right of Chandra Rooney. All the characters and ideas presented are my own, unless otherwise noted. _______________________________________________________________________ "On a day like today the whole world could change"-- "On a Day Like Today", Bryan Adams _______________________________________________________________________ Chapter One: Local: Night, The Mansion, Nibel Realm Local: Sephiroth Family Realm They walked down into the cellar. Ash went first, with Lir matching his step. Moon and Gibbon followed them, and lastly came Sarah and Natalie. The entered the passage- way to the cellar completely unaware if anyone was taking notice of them. The steps to the basement were wood, and spiraling. They were broken in places, and the walls were stone. It had an old, gothic feeling to it. Perfect for Halloween night. After what seemed like hours the steps ended, and they reached the bottom floor. Water could be heard dripping on the stones somewhere. At the end of the long hallway, one door was half open. "Do you think someone’s down here?" Natalie asked. "Possibly," Ash replied. "Maybe some couple looking for a private place." This remark went without a response. After a pause, Ash just shrugged and pushed on into the room. It might have been a laboratory at one time, but it looked more like a forgotten library. Books scattered the floor, shelves, and tables. A fine layer of dust coated the room. "What is this place?" Ash asked. "Look at all the books!" Moon hissed. "And the dust," Gibbon added. "Ah-choo!" Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. "My God...all the stories are true. There really is a lab down here!" "Do you think," Natalie whispered. "Do you think this could be *the* lab? The place where the ShinRa scientists worked in?" "The place where Sephiroth was born," Sarah nodded. "Ohmigod. Wow." Ash looked at Lir. His friend seemed detached; he probably wasn’t even listening. Moon and Gibbon just looked like something had been confirmed. They started whispering something back and forth. Lir walked away from the group to one of the bookshelves that lined the passage-way to the next room. He scanned the faded spines of the books. Hardly any were marked. Worn copies of fiction novels dotted the shelves. He recognized not a single title. Someone looked downright odd; things like 'The Chrysalids', and 'Labyrinth', meant next to nothing to him. He knew the most faded of the books, though. He knew that well. He pulled it out, and noticed it lacked any dust. It was almost as if it had been placed where he’d see it, and it hadn’t been placed that long ago. "Lir!" Sarah cried. "Don’t go around *touching* things!" "Sephiroth was born here, was he?" Lir asked, ignoring her. "In this house?" "So the story goes," Sarah replied. "You really shouldn’t be touching that Lir. It doesn’t belong to you." He inspected the cover of the book. It did belong to him, but hadn’t he given it to Moon earlier? How had it gotten here? He walked into the other room. A desk was positioned towards the back. A faded chair was turned away from him. Dust was stirred up in the air, and footprints on the floor offered clues as to why. He scanned the books in this room. "Looking for something in particular?" a voice asked from the other side of the chair. "I recommend the tale of the fellow who returns from the dead." Lir couldn’t see the speaker, but he didn’t need to. The voice was familiar to him. It belonged to a face he knew as well as his own. The voice waited. He had extended the invitation. Would Lir like to accept? All he had to do was to reply. That would seal his participation in the New Game. He should just leave the room. He should just go and tell the others it was time to go back upstairs. Then he should return home with Ash and Moon. It would be safest to just turn around and leave right now. But that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it? "And does it say how this little miracle was accomplished?" Lir asked. "Ah, if you were familiar with the author, you’d know *how* is never as important as *why*." Lir cast a quick look over his shoulder. They were alone. But there was still procedure to follow. One never called out an opponent until they were sure it was the right time. "Well," he began choosing the next words carefully, "the *why* is always important to the story. Character motivation and all. Development of theme. That sort of thing." "Indeed." A few more minutes of silence passed. It was Lir’s move. "And why does he return?" he asked. "Too early in the story to tell." There was the sound of a throat being cleared. "Perhaps it was a back-by-popular-demand event." "That sounds too trivial for this author," Lir tapped the book. The chair turned part way around. "Perhaps he’s trying something new." Lir held a folded piece of paper between his fingers. He'd found the note after waking up that day. "There’s nothing about that in the preface." "Well, a preface in itself is something new, is it not?" the figure in the chair asked. "Yes. Something suspiciously considerate," Lir tucked the paper in his pocket. "Are you getting soft in your old age, Gabriel?" The figure in the chair stood and faced Lir. "Since when are children to call their parents by their first names? That’s strike one, son. You do know how many strikes there are, don’t you?" "Three, I suppose," Lir replied, not caring. "Good. Now try again." "Are you getting soft in your old age, Sephiroth?” Lir asked bluntly. “Three strikes? Apologies in notes?" The green eyes narrowed. "Strike two." Lir folded his arms. "Empty threats don’t work with me, father. I trust you’ve got another Game for us? At least make it original this time." "You’re not amused with this realm?" Sephiroth smirked. "Charming world I own, don’t you think? Just full of quaint, little people. The perfect place to stage practice Games. I had a little time before you Protectors. I used this place as a small-scale pilot project. It would have been interesting to see it destroyed by Meteor, but I had appointments to keep...others to intercept." "Didn’t plan your time wisely?" Lir asked. "Forget to write down your 'chance encounter' with Star in your Day Planner?" "Time flies when you’re having fun." Sephiroth chuckled slightly. "Too bad I had to leave the latter part of the Game to someone else to finish. A word from the wise, never leave your Game to some amateur to complete. They always screw it up." "I’m sorry, Father, did I blotch up your plans in some way?" Lir asked, innocently. "You always do, don’t you, Lirsage? But then that’s your job, isn’t it?" "A Shadow Angel has to protect his own self-interests from time to time." Lir matched the smirk. "Even if it means switching teams for a while." "Lir?" He tensed, the smug look faltered. Sarah walked up behind him. "Who’s that you’re talking to?" Sephiroth looked over his son’s shoulder. Sarah gasped a little. No doubt she could see the sharp features, and brightly lit green eyes. The silver hair and the confident, arrogant smirk. "Sarah..." Lir cursed a little under his breath. "This is Sarah-" "I know who she is," he was cut off. "You do?" Sarah looked confused. "Do you think she’d like to join us in the Game? What is your professional opinion, Lirsage?" Lir narrowed his eyes, and glared at his father. But he had agreed to play. "My professional opinion? She’s strong-spirited, but she doesn’t appear to have any magic or weapon skills. What did you have planned for her?" Sephiroth laughed. "You should know, things seldom are as they seem." Sarah looked from him to Lir and back again. "I’m sorry, you are?" "Oh? How rude of me," he remarked. "Sephiroth will do. You may call me that. See, she’s sharp and quick-witted, Lirsage." "Sephiroth?" Sarah blinked. "Lirsage? Who’s Lirsage?" "I am," Lir shrugged. "That’s what ‘Lir’ is short for. Lirsage is my full name. This is...another close friend, Sarah." "Another Sephiroth fan," she rolled her eyes. "You guys in Midgar do know he was an evil murdering psychopath, don't you?" "Some women find that attractive," Sephiroth replied. "Ash, Moon! You might as well come in here," Lir called. Natalie and Moon came in, but there was no sign of Ash or Gibbon. "Sorry, Lir," Moon replied. "Midori went to go look and something, and I made Ash go with him." "Who’s your friend, Sarah?" Natalie asked, noticing Sephiroth. "He calls himself 'Sephiroth'," Sarah rolled her eyes. Moon put her hands on her hips. "Gabriel! What are you doing here?" "You know who he is?" Moon politely dismissed the comment with a wave. "Of course I do." "We go way back," Sephiroth smirked a little. "Old childhood friends. Isn't that right, Lir?" Natalie shook her head. "Wow, you guys just all came up to see him on the spur-of-the- moment?" "What game are you taking about?" Sarah asked Sephiroth. Moon walked over, and smacked Lir upside the head. "I’m better off with the gibbon...at least he doesn’t pretend to make sense." Lir looked like he was going to say something, but shut his mouth and pushed past Sarah and Natalie. "Oh, c'mon, Lir, it was a joke!" Moon exclaimed, starting after him. Sephiroth reached over and caught her arm. "Let him have some time," he told her. Moon shook him off with a sigh. "Why do you have to be so hard on him?" He shrugged. "It's just the way it works between us." "You never learn, do you?" Moon asked. "Still playing games with us. Whose side are you on this time?" "The usual; mine." He replied calmly. "I have to protect my self-interests, don't I?" "And which self-interest are you protecting this time?" "Unity. Balance." Moon blinked. "I didn't think that was a something you could have any concept of." Lir rubbed his temples and muttered under his breathe. If he was expected to spend a long period of time with his father he'd better find some Tylenol. Or better, leave town and come back once it was safe. He looked up. Ash and Gibbon couldn't have gone too far, could they? Maybe he could catch up. *Anything* had to be better than spending the evening pretending to be "friends" with Dad. "Goddess damn him," Lir muttered. "What else could go wrong?" "Hello Lirsage," a voice said. "You understand Shadow-speak at least, I hope." He looked up to see the silver-haired demon girl holding the gun on him. "It's not that hard to learn," he replied, not switching to the demon language. "And who in the Nether-Realm are you?" "My name is Zephyr. Does it sound familiar?" "I'm drawing a blank here; would you remind me of what I've done to piss you off?" "Oh, you're drawing a blank, are you?" Zephyr asked. The muzzle of the gun dug into his chest as she stepped nearer. "Look closer then. It should be like looking into a mirror." "Well, I wasn't female the last time I looked." "Nether was I. What if one morning you woke up and you were?" she demanded. "You'd be a little upset." Lir narrowed his eyes. "Don't assume to know how I think." "Fine fine. Would you be a little upset? Would you like to get revenge?" "Sure." Lir smirked. "And how exactly do you think I'm responsible for your situation. Or were those hypothetical questions?" "You have the life I should have." He stared at her for a minute, then burst out laughing. "You want *my* life?!" <> a voice echoed in his head. <> "Well, you know what?" Lir asked. "I like my life. I've been through too much to just trade with you on a whim. Besides, you might find I haven't had it as easy as you think." "Who said I was giving you the option?" the safety clicked off the gun. "Swap or die. Simple choice." "Your mistake," Lir whispered, snapping his fingers. "Masamune!" The long, elegant sword appeared in his hand, and he shoved the attacker away. "You really don't know what you're in for." Zephyr laughed. "You won't harm me. Shadow Angels are forbidden to kill on whims. You have to have ample reason to take up arms against me." "My life is at stake," Lir replied. "And don't think I'll go easy on you because you're a girl. I'm all for equal treatment." "I have a gun. You have a sword. I fire the bullet, you die." "Guns are so impersonal. You must be a cold person. What's the matter? Can't be bothered to make your fights personal? Or you just too scared to?" Lir waved the masamune. "Can you fire that bullet before I stick this through you?" "I assure you my speed is far greater than yours." "Guess there's one way to find out." The gun, raised, and her finger eased back on the trigger. "Dark Flare!" Lir cried, and a mass of energy slammed into her. Zephyr rolled and tried to grab for her fallen gun, but the tip of the masamune was resting against her throat. "It doesn't matter how fast you are if you leave yourself wide open to attack." "So finish the job," she smirked. "Kill me. It's your right." "Maybe some other time." Lir slung the masamune over his shoulder, and extended a hand down to her. The gun came up and fired over his shoulder. Someone cried out, and Lir spun to see the other boy. It was the one that had been hassling Sarah and Natalie when they'd come back. Zephyr was getting up. "I don't understand. I hit him in a critical area. He shouldn't still be standing." Lir peered closely at the boy. "It's not human...but it's not demon." "That helps," was the sarcastic reply. "Sarcasm. Great." Lir narrowed his eyes. "C'mon...what're you hiding?" "Erik?" Sarah asked from behind them. "What are you doing here?" "Stay back," Lir hissed. "It's not armed...what's its game?" "Look, Erik, how many times do I have to tell you? I am not interested!" Sarah yelled. "Go away already!" The Erik thing looked at Sarah and grinned. Its eyes shown unnaturally. "Dammit..." Zephyr grabbed Lir's arm, and yanked him over. "This is going to end up in a fight." "Come outside, Sarah. Let's talk," Erik said. "I'm not going anywhere with you," Sarah snapped. "If you won't come...I'll make you." It snapped its fingers. A girl with black hair and ringed eyes appeared. "Mishel...take care of these two." It pointed to Lir and Zephyr. "Hey, keep me out of your fights!" Zephyr snapped. Mishel withdrew a taser-staff and walked forward. "This is our fight. You two killed my sisters." Lir blinked. "Did I do this yesterday by any chance?" "Yes!" Mishel snapped. "Oh, well that wasn't me. That was my father's spirit inhabiting my body." Lir replied. "If you'd like to just wait I can go get him and you can settle it with the right Sephiroth." Erik grabbed Sarah by the arm and started up the stairs. Mishel stabbed at Lir. "Don't feed me some line, Sephiroth! It takes more than a change of clothes to hide you!" Lir blinked at this. "Nah...too easy." "I don't want to kill her," Zephyr whispered. "Who said we had to kill her? We just have to keep her from killing us." He paused. "If it results in her death...oh well." Mishel looked at Zephyr. "You can come back with me. We don't have to fight." Zephyr cocked the gun. "It doesn't work that way." Erik drug Sarah up the stairs, and through the party. "Where are we going?" Sarah asked him. He didn't reply. The scream pierced the idle conversation that had started in the other room. Moon and Natalie looked up. "Sarah-" Natalie began. "It didn't sound like her," Moon replied. "Then who?" Lir was withdrawing his masamune from Mishel's limp body as they ran in. No expression was on his face, but his eyes burned with demonic brightness. The girl beside him shared the same glowing eyes and silver hair. "Impossible," Sephiroth whispered. "What?" Moon asked. Lir looked back at them. "Something took Sarah." "Some...*thing*?" Natalie asked. "What's wrong with your eyes?" "Who's she?" Moon pointed. "My name is Zephyr," the girl replied in slightly broken english. "So...it is." Sephiroth turned to Lir. "What took Sarah?" "Something." Lir repeated. "What do you mean 'something'?" Lir threw up his hands in disgust. "Something took her! What part don't you understand?!" The utter disrespect put in the remark went without reprimand. "Well, go get her back." "I don't take orders from you," Lir snapped. "Go get her yourself." Sephiroth smirked. "Actually...you do take your orders from me. You agreed to play, didn't you?" "What's going on?" Natalie finally asked. Silence. She looked from Lir's angry glare to Sephiroth's smug smirk. "We're going to find Sarah," Lir said finally. He turned and walked out of the laboratory. Natalie shrugged. "Just promise me after we do someone will explain what's going on." "We'll try," Moon told her. Zephyr started after them, but Sephiroth motioned for her not to. "I am sorry I could not stop the curse from happening," he began, the icy green eyes melting a little. "But you will see that everything has a purpose. I have seen all the possibilities. This way is best. You'll have to trust me." "Trust you? I don't even know who you are!" Zephyr snapped. "I don't trust anyone. It's safer that way." "Humph." He walked past. "The Sephiroth family is an old and powerful one. We draw our power from the Tree of Life itself. But, like the Tree, our powers do not reach their full potential until we have matured. Even then they continue to grow as time passes. Twins among demon family are usually rare. But in our family there have been several sets of twins. The last was my mother, Lishia and her sister Seffra." Zephyr blinked then chased after him. "The Sephiroth family? Are you...are you the *real* Sephiroth?" "I am Gabriel Sephiroth," was the reply. "Your father." "I...it's good to meet you, but is now a good time for a family history lesson? You seemed more concerned about retrieving the human girl." Zephyr had to walk fast to keep up. "That's right, you don't know me, do you?" Sephiroth stopped. "Let me tell you, Zephyr, that I do not disclose information freely very often. If I am telling you something, no matter how unconnected it may seem, you would be wise to shut up and listen. Do you follow?" "Yes, sir," Zephyr replied. "Dear Goddess...are you going to salute me too?" "Would you like me to, sir?" "No. I want you to shut up and listen." "Yes sir!" Sephiroth sighed. "Lishia and Sefira discovered a series of ancient spells that drew power from the Tree of Life to increase magic power in battles. But it could only be used by twins. It's called the GEMINI magic." "Why are you telling me this?" Zephyr asked. Sephiroth smirked at him. "So full of questions; just like Lirsage." He began to walk away. Zephyr hesitated then ran after him. Once she'd caught up Sephiroth began to speak again. "I know this curse has put you at a physical disadvantage. You're much weaker than you were. It takes more effort to raise your gun. Your shots aren't as affective." He paused. "The GEMINI spell offers a boost of magic power to compensate." "I'm not very good with magic." "It's a simple incantation. It'll only take a moment to memorize." Moon, Natalie and Lir came out of the cellar stairwell. There was no sign of Sarah or Erik. "Where do we start?" Moon asked. "This place is huge." "Hey!" Natalie yelled to a guy with a can of beer. "You see where Erik Black went?" "Yeah," the guy nodded. "He went outside to get some action with that friend of yours!" "Thanks!" She turned to Lir. "Outside." Sarah stared at Erik's unnaturally bright eyes. "Didja know my old man was in SOLDIER?" Erik asked. "I don't really care," she told him. "Funny thing about SOLDIERs. They seem to never get sick. I guess I take after my pop." He held out a necklace. "I want you to have this, Sarah. Maybe it'll help you see how much I want to be with you." Sarah held it for a second. "I can't be bought, Erik. What part of 'no' don't you understand?" An ugly look spread across his face. "No one says no to me." Zephyr and Sephiroth found the other at the doors to the mansion. Natalie told them that Erik had been seen taking Sarah outside. "Which way now?" Lir asked. "Outside is a big place." "Lirsage, take Zephyr and go that way," Sephiroth pointed. "Moon, Natalie, come with me this way." "Erik you're a real creep, and the very sight of you makes me sick!" Sarah yelled. "Drop dead!" "You don't understand, Sarah, I always get what I want." A bullet fired and slammed into Erik's chest. "There's nothing worse than when a guy tries to take advantage of a weaker woman." Erik looked up. "Who the hell is there?" "Just a couple of knights." He stared at the two figures. Lir was wearing a blue sweater and black cargo pants, and Zephyr had on a black leather skirt and white halter top. "The armors in the shop," Lir said casually. He snapped his fingers. "Masamune!" The long, deadly sword magically materialized in his hands. "Sephiroth..." the Erik in a hiss. "The blade confirms it..." "He's not Sephiroth!" Zephyr yelled. "A sword's a sword. They all look alike." "Thanks for trying," Lir muttered. "But I doubt it's going to help." "Ma...sa...mu...ne..." the word was drug out. "Masa...mune is not just a sword..." "This thing isn't human," Lir told Zephyr. "And not demon either. I'm not exactly sure what it is." "Is there any way to tell?" Zephyr asked. "Get ready," Lir replied. "Blessed eyes of Chaos, who see all as it is, grant us your power of disillusionment and reveal the true nature of what is before us! Broken Reflection!" The shadow mist tore the mask away from Erik....and all hell broke loose. It was ugly. No kidding. Huge tentacles protruding from its back, purple skin, horns... "What is that?" Zephyr asked. "I don't know...where's its head?" "Holy God!" Sarah screamed from where she'd fallen after the mini-explosion. "It's...it's a Jenova!" "Jehovah?" Zephyr repeated. "One of those crazy religious freaks?" "She didn't say Geneva?" Lir asked. "Jenova!" Sarah screamed. "J-E-N-O-V-A! Jenova! How stupid are you?!" "Shut up, and get out of here!" Zephyr snapped. "Run! Get help!" She didn't argue. Sharp, quick-witted girls usually didn't. "Masamune," the Jenova said in a voice like grated nails. "So...Seth...ir...roth has returned..." "My name is *Lirsage*," Lir replied, flicking one of his bangs out his eyes calmly. "Can you say 'Lirsage'?" "Masamune...Sephiroth." the Jenova replied. "Fine, be that way. Masamune and I are going to waste you, pal; make no mistake of that." He brought up the long sword and prepared to charge. "This thing has great power," Zephyr warned him. "I can sense it." Lir rolled his eyes. "I didn't spend three months in the abyss to come back and get killed by some miscellaneous monster." He pointed at the Jenova. "Ultima!" The powerful energy surge slammed into the monster, but it didn't even flinch. "Isss that the best you can doooo...Sephiiiiiroooooth?" it mocked. "I expected moooooore from yoooooou." Zephyr emptied the gun's clip into various critical hit areas of the monster. Still nothing. Lir slashed at it with the masamune, and created a superficial wound. But still nothing that would even slow it down. It laughed. It was a chortled, strangled sound. It was not a sound that something sane would make. "Goddess! We're barely scratching it," he cursed. "We're in over our heads here. I...if an Ultima can't even make it blink-" "Don't you know anything stronger?" Zephyr asked. "I've heard stories of Sephiroth's power! An Ultima is one of his low-level spells! Don't you know Fallen Angel or Super Nova?" "I'm not strong enough to cast those attacks," Lir snapped. "I'm just barely 18 years old! Sephiroth is over a 1000!" Zephyr considered. "Can you distract it long enough for me to cast a spell?" Lir glared at him. "Cast away. It's not even doing-" He was cut off as a wave of energy knocked them both to the ground. "Distract it," Zephyr repeated. "Please?" "Sure, we'll have a sing-a-long. Maybe it like campfire songs," Lir snapped as he got up. "Maybe a nice lullaby. Then it can fall asleep and we won't have to worry about fighting." "Sarcasm. Great," Zephyr mimicked. "Aw, shut-up." He stepped a little closer to the monster. "Hey, Jen, Coke or Pepsi?" The response was a tail-whipping that knocked him off his feet again. "Hurry it up, Zeph, it's not in the mood to play!" Zephyr nodded. "Great Tree of Life, nurturer of Power and Soul, let your Ancient magic flow into me." A glow began to surround him. "We, two, are twins, images of each other. By the mirror reflection that exists between us magnify the magic we share...GEMINI Amplify!" Lir was knocked down again, and hopefully all this thrashing he was getting wasn't in vain. Zephyr had finished, but it the Jenova hadn't so much as looked at him. Maybe it had been a healing spell...or a protection spell...or maybe Zephyr just couldn't cast worth a damn. He grabbed the masamune, and prepared to take another charge at the Jenova. Damn, he thought, I must have landed the wrong way that last time. Maybe my arm took a hit I'm starting to feel. Either way it's making it harder to lift my sword. "Dark Flare!" Zephyr yelled. Jenova rocked backward. Was *that* a Dark Flare? It had the impact that an Ultima usually did...even more so! Lir understood now. Zephyr had cast some sort of spell that increased the power of magic spells. He grit his teeth, and pulled the masamune up. After taking a second to shift his balance points so he wouldn't fall over he got ready to charge on the next spell. "Demon's Touch!" Zephyr cried. A thick fog moved over Jenova. Demon's Touch was usually a weak attack, it should have been useless against something like the Jenova. But the spell paralyzed the monster. Lir saw his chance. Lacking his usual grace and ease with the long sword he still managed to sink the blade deep into Jenova. The monster howled and began to writhe in pain, thrashing about madly. A dark liquid spilled from where it had been wounded. Lir clung to the blade. It was lodged tight and so long as he didn't lose his grip he wouldn't be going anywhere. It was then he noticed the building feeling. Whatever Zephyr had cast it had affected both of them. And it was moving to a crescendo. It felt like he'd explode if he didn't get rid of the power. He opened his mouth to yell 'Ultima', but that's not what came out. "Angel's Wraith!" The power flowed through the blade of the masamune. Then it exploded from inside Jenova. The monster vanished in a flash of white light. A fair-sized crater was left where it had been. Lir stood in the center of it, unharmed by the blast. Exhaustion claimed him, and he sank to his knees. The usual feeling of exhilaration that comes from victory vanished before he had a chance to enjoy it. He felt weak, and just not right. His sweater slipped off his shoulder and he reached up to push it back, brushing against his chest. That was when he knew what was wrong. Forgetting all weariness, he jumped and up and turned on Zephyr. "You...you...idiot! What the hell was that spell? What have you done to me?!" Zephyr blinked, then smirked. "It seems I know how you think, after all. You're a little upset, aren't you, Lir? Want to get revenge?" Lir folded his arms. "All right, where'd you learn the spell?" "Sephiroth told me." Lir's anger with Zephyr faded. He just felt empty and betrayed. "Of course. Well, let's go find him. I'm sure Father would love to know how successful we were." "You're not planning to attack him for this, are you?" Zephyr asked. "No," Lir sighed, dragging masamune was hard, but he lacked the effort to send it back to the Tree of Life for safe-keeping. "I'm going to yell, hit things, maybe kill someone and burn something down. It's how we deal with mental breakdowns." "Lirsage," Zephyr grabbed his arm. "You're joking, right?" "Maybe." To be continued in Legend 5 First Draft completed 3:14 pm Jan 10, 1999 Finalized 9:49 pm Jan 11, 1999 HMTL File made: March 2nd 1999 Well, what can I say? You did know that if Gabriel came back sooner or later Sephiroth would show up. It's just how it works, at least how it works with my twisted logic or lack- there-of. And lemme alone about the Lir thing, kay? I mean think about it. It makes sense to amplify the magic you need a mirror reflection and that can't really exist if one twin is male and one is female. So we're lead to believe that everytime they cast the spell it will happen. Jack is coming. I swear it. Right now he's in Legend #6. Sorry it's taking so damn long to get to him but like I said, I wanted to move slower. Vincent Valentine makes a cameo appearance in the next Legend. Remember questions, comments, death threats to me ~Moon~