Someone whom was once trusted dearly, a mentor to the up and coming SOLDIER within Shinra- a role model to many and a hero . . . such a well known figure to the brunette child that many spoke of- many wanting to be just like that SOLDIER. the young one was barely into his teenage years upon first meeting this Shinra SOLDIER- whom was not too much older than himself.

terrorists had made their way into the fifth sector of Midgar, causing a panic amongst many in the slums- the prime location of said terrorists. many orphans like himself had no home to hide within, only hiding places scattered about the slums of Sector 5. those terrorists would be wreaking havoc onto the slums, a distant explosion sounding from one of their bombs. screams sounded in the distance, fire scorching a large section nearby in sector.

the young brunette had found himself upon the rooftops, wanting to stop those terrorists from harming the people of the slums and causing further destruction- despite being so young and barley strong enough to even defend himself. as other children he knew of were found by those terrorists, which he could no longer idly stand by. even with no weapons, he used gravity to his best advantage- leaping down from the rooftops above and slammed his full weight into one of the main terrorists.

curses would sound into the air, and though his actions would disable one of them long enough-- he was soon flung away across the ground with the hit of the rear end of a weapon. such a hit would be rather painful- but even still he tried to get back up, yelling at the top of his lungs.

` leave them alone- or else!! `

this would only cause laughter to errupt until they were cut off by a fiery array of magic from seemingly no where. screaming would errupt from said terrorist, pointing not too far behind the injured Sylas- all of them suddenly struck with terror. there, Sephiroth stood with that staggeringly large Masamune in hand, weilding it as if it were lighter than a feather.

 

 

 

` not him-- it's the war hero, Sephiroth! sh*t we're toast! `

soon enough Shinra infantry men had arrived to surround the terrorists, ready to fire at will but the sound of the Silver SOLDIER's voice echoed in the clearing with a single command

` spare their lives- detain them and bring them to headquarters immediately. `

the young boy was awestruck to say the very least-- never expecting such mercy to show from one of Shinra's SOLDIERs. quickly, the infantry had gotten to work to detain the terrorists as a helicopter hovered not too far above the slums. one thing the boy didn't expect was to be approached by the Silver SOLDIER, Sephiroth-- the one whom had just drastically changed Sylas' viewpoint of one of the things he feared most. ` you were rather brave back there for protecting all those children . . . I'd say you would make a pretty good soldier. `

though he hadn't spoken for long, the SOLDIER was already being called off to some other officials nearby. the taller male seemed to offer out a small card, seemingly contact information to the Shinra Headquarters. looking down at the small card he would suddenly look back up to see the SOLDIER long gone from his sight, probably off to help the rest of the Sector 5 slums. certainly, this singular moment had inspired the young boy-- soon followng through and joined the ranks of Shinra's SOLDIER.

soon enough, Sylas had been taken under the wing of Sephiroth and became his mentee, quickly making his way up the ranks as years passed. he became good friends with another mentee to the 1st Class SOLDIER, Angeal- Zack Fair- over time before soon seeing Zack become 1st Class, and he too followed later the same year when he turned 18.

the brunette had often taken on the strengths that his mentor had, excelling in magic usage- but also in physical strength and agility. though, he also seemed a bit more distant unlike most other people- but Sylas still found himself to be happy to just be able to help protect the people of Midgar- mainly the slums. as time seemed to drag on though, things began to crumble before his eyes seemingly, too far beyond his grasp to even slow down . . . .

wh̴y͜ d̶i͜d ͘i҉t ͜h̕av̷e ̕t̷o ͟e̷n̡d ̸thi͠s̡ way?̧

 

it all hurt so much to try and remember, the memories only bringing more pain and sorrow to his mind as to see his own mentor-- the person he looked up to the most-- easily strike him down without a second thought. the physical pain didn't even pale in comparison to the sheer pain he faced mentally. only more pain seemed to follow the SOLDIER after the Nibelheim Incident . . . .

wḩat͡ ha̵͝v̶́é̡͟ ҉͠ì͠ b̵e̡c̸͝om͡e̢ ?͟ ̀̕

 

life changing experiments done . . . fused with the cells of a monster named JENOVA, and high doses of mako- sending him into a deep comatose. a seemingly successful experiment beneath the microscope, only to awaken 4 years later as being mostly normal. to awaken in a world that told him everything he remembered was a lie- that he was truly insane. Sylas couldn't bring himself to believe Shinra-- knowing what had happened was too real to be a figment of his imagination . . . those scars he still had couldn't be a fraud.

he had to run, he couldn't stay . . . and as soon as he seemingly escaped the grasp of Shinra- he appeared. his mind constantly tormented by the silver SOLDIER, Sephiroth. the ex-SOLDIER couldn't tell if it was real, or he truly was going insane from whatever he had endured in Shinra for those 4 long years after Nibelheim. he again was a lost soul in this world . . searching for some sort of purpose.

soon though, he found his purpose once more in Avalanche whom became his new family, but he couldn't walk away so easily from his past. all of it resurfacing to the present and haunting his mind constantly, no matter what he did to try and block it out.

t̢hę ͢c̴h͟ai͟n̸s͟ ar҉e ͞broke͜n̴,
͢bu͝t̀ ar̷e͏ ҉y͠ou҉ t̡r̨u̢l͘y ̨f̵ree͡?

 

 

his voice, his face . . . . Sephiroth constantly seemed to appear in his nightmares and reality, but Sylas seemed to be the only one who suffered this fate- from what he knew at least. each passing day, something was drawing closer . . . the presence of the one-winged angel growing more and more prevalent. Sylas didn't know what it was, what this reunion even meant . . . but he feared it. .
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now he would be seated alone, overlooking the Midgar slums from one of the support pillars of the plate, watching as dusk would envelope the city into shadows- lights of the homes far below flickering on- one by one. his focus drifting off to distant thoughts that called his attention- memories resurfacing to his mind. lips seemed to press into a frown, shutting his eyes which were blighted with mako coloration.

the reminiscence of these memories were often painful, like a still fresh wound being prodded at. he couldn't bear with it often, raising a gloved hand to hide his face- which had eyes welling some with tears- cursing to himself in a low tone. he felt lost and helpless to this ruthless path called destiny. only able to watch as everything around him seemed to be crumbling down.

he'd slowly crouch down, keeping his hands over his head as he could hear the familiar echo of the voice of an angel which haunted him . . . taunting him and trying to make him crumble even further- causing more cracks among the surface of his mind that was already on the brink of shattering.

` and here you are . . . living despite it all . . `