User blog:Seieireppa/God Eater: Reverie for a Dying Star, chapter 2: Memories of Mother


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 * 01/14/2181

I never really knew my mother.

When I was small, my father always told me that my mother was a brave and powerful woman, a God Eater who fought for years on the front lines against the Aragami.

Fate is cruel, however, and the Aragami don’t discriminate. After months, perhaps years, of pressuring my father, he told me the truth, that my mother had been killed in a battle against a Kyuubi when I was less than a year old. Her body had been perforated with its homing lasers before being torn to shreds. At least she’d gone out fighting, though, my father said. It was the best way it could have happened. When survival isn’t an option, you do as much damage to the Aragami as you can before death comes knocking.

Even if only once, I would have liked to see her. Thus far, I’ve only had stories from my father and our other survivors, tales of her bravery and strength. Sure seems like one hell of a woman, at least.

Even in these chaotic times, there are some things that we don’t leave behind.

Thirteen days ago was New Year’s Day. No one knew what day of the week it was, only that 366 days had passed since the last time. Leap years were always a pain to keep track of, but we all wanted at least that beacon of stability in our lives. Even something of that level to instill a sense of normalcy. It’s all we can do to keep ourselves sane.

Our meager “celebration” consisted of a round of drinks around a makeshift table at our camp. We never stay in one place for too long, so what meals we do share are simple and small.

I had been told that my mother had died on a New Year’s Day much like this one. Every time the new year rolls around, we celebrate her life and sacrifice. She was the best soldier our group had ever had, and she’d done more for this group than any of our other members ever had or likely ever would. She’d been with us since shortly after my father rallied this group together, guided them under the strength of himself and the other God Eaters in our group. The two of them—my mother and father—were the ultimate fighting combo, never suffering a single defeat when the two of them were together.

Just once, I wish I could have met her. Just once…

Come to think of it… apparently she came to this group on a New Year’s, as well. Funny how these things just kind of work out, isn’t it?


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