All the people and friends that you have lost, and faded dreams are never truly gone. Life continues unabated--It evokes a sickle memory that seems to fade but never truly leaves you. Like in the busy streets of midgar with cars packed as the snow falls gently on a Feburary afternoon. We remember�
We remember the platforms that used to block the sun from the slums (destroyed by Meteor), and we remember ShinRa wiped from the face of the planet along with the rebuilding era. We remember new buildings springing forth from the cold ground with greater emphasis on freedom and choice. More importantly we remember an old decaying slum where poverty was eliminated and new neighborhoods were generated.
What we don�t remember from the history that we were told was Rikelus J. Deverell�s role in it.
Rikelus J. Deverell grew up the bastard son of President ShinRa and Professor Rayeligh. He was part of the infants who were experimented on with cellular tissue that ShinRa believed to be from the guiding light of knowlespole�only later would it be known that the calamity from the skies (Jenova) was not a Cetra. Infact, some of the science notes claim that many of the scientist�s minds betrayed them during those several months.
The President sent the boy away when he remarried and he was trained by the Legendary Turk. He adopted the Turk�s last name and the forgotten son returned home only to see it in disarray. Rikelus witnessed the first blast from the Sister Ray as it exterminated all life on a single island near Wutai. On that day nobody dare cross the city of Midgar or the ShinRa Electric Power Company. Growing up he found himself in constant competition with Sephiroth until one day they were shipped over to dispatch Wutai ground forces.
ShinRa was trying to buy the loyalty of the leaders of Wutai with materia. The shipments were raided by a thief�so we went looking for the stones which in turn were material as payment for their co-operation. In one year we never found anyone who traded with the thief�one day down by the river I saw a young girl playing with a piece of materia casting thunder spells. The thief had been discarding them at the mouth of the creek. I was very young in my military training and could not fathom the reasons behind the thief�s logic.
Why take them to just discard them? He saw it as good sport�the thing I began to understand about humans is some cannot be bought, bullied, reasoned, negotiated, or manipulated. Some humans are not looking for sex, love, money, or power; but, they simply just want to watch the world burn. That was when I learned a fundamental lesson the system had failed to teach me. SOLDIER didn�t make me strong it revealed me to be weak it was the orange haired Turk who had forged me into the person I was today.