Aerithxtifa قصص

What if The Apple, did not just stay as an inanimate object? What if it grew a conscious of it's own? But it never interacted with anyone because it didn't like any of the people who kept poking and prodding it except for one person, Desmond. What if the Apple decided to save his life instead of allowing it's lunatic creator's decisions kill him in the Temple? The Apple sent him to a world that is different from Earth yet similar and also much more dangerous with a few gifts. In return that, Desmond kept it safe and away from other greedy and power hungry people. This is an Assassins Creed and Final Fantasy 7 crossover. The two games are not mine. I only own the fanfic.

What is written here presumes to call itself a promise. A touching delusion. A promise suggests agency... yet every word carries the weight of knowing the outcome was never hers to command. She gathers companions, speaks of trust, of closeness... as though the bonds between transient lives could oppose the inevitable. She names this connection strength. She believes warmth is power. To cling to one another so tightly. To hold on as though that alone could defy what is certain. It only ensures they fall together. Fascinating. A will so determined to misunderstand the nature of power... and yet so unwilling to release its grip. Tell me... is this defiance? Or merely the instinct of a flower turning toward a sun that will inevitably consume it?