This was just a little emo blurb that I wrote. It's from the perspective of Ramza from the amazing Final Fantasy Tactics, after his death at the end of the game. Personally, in Final fantasy tactics while I was playing it I found many life lessons, and overall I found it to be one of the best, if not the best game square has ever made. It was a sad story, one of betrayel and injustice, and one that deserves a tribute. Though I know that even my words cannot do it justice. ------------------------------- People always say that history is meant to repeat itself. And it’s true. The Zodiac Brave story, my story, is a shining example of the evils of a human being. All my life, I took everything I had for granted. I was born into a noble family, and I lived comfortably, I coasted through my childhood on luck and the luxury of having a respected knight for a father. I was too spoiled to see that the life I had was only a life dreamed about. I had always thought that my life was just beginning, and that there would always be more. Perhaps for me there would be, but not for all. Not all others were born with the life I had, and this imbalance caused great tension. Wherever I went I was respected for my rank, and I always looked down upon those less fortunate, because that’s the way I was raised, yet my own best friend was of a lower rank. Perhaps that’s why we grew apart. Either way, as long as there is weakness and as long as there is power to be claimed, human beings will never stop fighting. The greed and lust for power or nobility is all that drives us. I guess that all it comes down to is whether or not you are willing to accept your life the way it is. I personally could not let the injustice of my people stand. There was a battle to be fought, the Church, the Black lion, and the White all stood with swords drawn. None would back down, power and utter control of the country was at stake. Each side lied and betrayed to get where they were. And the people of the country never saw the nobles for who they truly were. I guess that in the end all I can hope for is that what I fought for was right. I fought for truth, equality, justice, and someone very precious to me. I killed every foe I came across, I went to the ends of the earth and back, I went to the heavens and to hell and everywhere I went I saw the same thing. Humans are fueled by greed and hatred, and I took it upon myself to try and put a stop to it all. I fought for my friends, I fought for and against my family, I fought for the well-being of complete strangers, because even though I was raised to think only of myself, my heart told be to fight for others. And look at where my heart has led me. Here I stand, looking at the funerals of everyone I once held dear. Here I stand, on this cold chunk of earth, watching the sinful children of the world cry for those that died because of me. My sister, my allies, my friends. Even my “noble” brothers had died because of what I fought for. Because of my beliefs, those that I opposed labeled me a heretic, a traitor, a murderer, and most of all a spoiled rotten child. And I can’t blame them, my fighting is over. I have lost. And more then just the fight, my life. That is, if I ever had it to begin with. Sometimes I ask myself what I will do now, condemned to a life of weakness. No one will listen to me, not that they can. I will always know the truth, and what have I got to show for it? I am not but a memory, and chances are the foolish humans that still fight for power will erase that from history as well. I will not be buried, I will not be written down in a history book, I was nothing but a blemish on the face of a flourishing yet disgusting society. And because I see the truth I will be forgotten, those will great potential, and those with great intentions are always forgotten. Please, if anyone every hears these thoughts of mine, remember one thing: never take life for granted, it's just not worth it.