Lionheart

	I feel it brewing up from deep inside of me, I feel the sum of all the wrongs agaisnt me growing to deadly proportions, ready to serve me in their way. I think of all the evil of the world, and how much of that evil I have seen. I know what I have done, all the pain and death that had come forth from me,and I knew my own pain too, the most awful pain. The pain that coursed through the light of the Ultima Weapon, the pain of the dragon's bite, but I had survived. And I will survive as yet. I stare towards my foe, the seemingly invincible Ultimecia, the sorceress who had ruined me so many times, the one who caused my great pain than anyone. It was the sorceress that turned the hand of my matron against me, it was the sorceress that reached out with its malignant hand to ensnare Sis, it was the sorceress that cursed my Rinoa with power. 

	I feel the anger rushing down my arms, everytime. As it only comes while Im in pain,  it always gives me welcome numbness, it steals control of my body, it rents my vision away from my consciousness and relegates my soul to the darkest corners of my mind. I see it all as if through a window, and I know I can not stop it. It becomes me. Just as I know I was born to fight, I know that my being was born to do this. The feeling is a juxtapostion. It comes in a moment of pure turmoil, in the heat of battle, in the throes of pain, in the heart of darkness; yet it brings with it the most placid calm, like an ocean whose surface is a mirror. I know the elements that crash about me, mind and body, yet nothing touches me. Again I orient on my foe, and the feeling is stronger still, its scent seeps into my mind and clouds me more. The fury is building, its howl is at the door, my mind cowers in the corner, knowing all too well the wrath of my strength. I run and strike, pulling the trigger of my glowing green gunblade with abandon, watching with relish as it drew blood

	And then at once it stops. I skip back to where I was before. My prior mood kicks in once more , this time in overdrive. More is coming, and I feel a most hideous strength steal me again, ready this time to kill.

	I leap towards Ultimecia, bring my gunblade up towards her, the blow crashes into her sending her sailing into the air. time stands still as I am taken to her. We are in the darkness. 

	silence envelops the scene, and again all is calm. I see images that race through my head, images of those I love in suffering, those I hate in glutton, and I know the only way to stop them. 

	I bring back my gunblade.

	Everything comes to me clear now, I see all the problems Ive ever faced rolled out and answered. I am in the calm before the storm. This is my nirvana.

	The hate is in my arms and my hands and my back and my legs. It is my body. the peace is shattered into a million pieces, which are then shattered again into a million pieces and ever onward, red fills the darkness and I begin to attack, I swing down, again and again. I stare in wonder as the beautiful blood of my enemy is drawn in arc to mark the swinging of my blade, as it fills this little pocket of death. Again and again.

	And it is over. 

	I fall exhausted back to the ground, coming to my knees as I regain control of my battered tired body. I weakly look up and see the figure of Ultimecia tumbles from the sky and land heavily on her back. a cloud of dust raises as her body breaths its last and expires.  I watch through cracked eyes as a figure with a long coat runs to check the body, and I feel soft hands on my head, and I look up into the eyes of my Rinoa, who I live to protect. I feel a smile come about, then I close my eyes and picture us in the field of flowers.