Note: This is the Editing Blog for my FFVII fanfiction Northern Lights (which you can find at the end of that link). I will be discussing a myriad of topics along with my frequently tangential and harried editing process. You should be able to garner some enjoyment and insight from this without having read the story and/or without prior knowledge of the original game, but if you’re a fan of paranormal romance and/or dark fantasy, you may find it to your liking. The story will be spoiled in this editing examination, though I will do my best to mark spoilers for any other narratives I mention. Thanks for your interest and enjoy!
<–ASOIAF, FFVII, and Paradise Lost Analysis (Pre-Chapter 2) Angelic Ramblings and the Review of Chapter 2–>
Warning: Some discussions of rape as it relates to the narrative of Northern Lights.
Chapter 2 – The Spoils of War
Quote: “Heaven help the wayward soul that travels toward becoming whole, but never gets to see the kingdom come.” –November Project “Are You Sleeping?”
Picture Source: Yes
Picture Satisfaction: High
So for this chapter I definitely needed a quote and a new picture. The one I had originally shows Seph carrying Aeris, which obviously means he didn’t kill her at the end of the first installment.
This one right here
Or…this one. Future Narcissist is kind of unsure.
Now I now the blurb sort of gives away that that’s not going to happen and he’s going to repay his debt to her, but there’s still no reason to spoil how/when that happens with pictures. Then again if you’re reading this, you should’ve already read chapter 2…actually you should’ve read the entire story unless you just want to listen to me babble in which case AWESOME carry on. I took notes about this chapter’s themes in order to get an idea of what I wanted to have for both.
The truth will transform you…
Drowning in memories, bound to the past, and consumed by mortal regret, the penitent former general seeks the grave and forgiveness of the true mother never known, but not before he fulfills an obligation to the flower girl he once slew.
You must forgive my capriciousness with the title. I truly could not decide between preamble or prelude. I like preamble for its official sounding name and its closeness to the word “ramble,” which I do quite a lot, but the term “prelude” is just so appropriate for what Northern Lights is. So I again I must apologize for my inability to choose between the two.
I am going to lay everything bare, but I realized I can’t do that all at once. No…these things take time; they take patience and strength that has to be gathered. Most of the things I wanted and planned to say in this preamble have been expounded upon in my extensive editing blog, which will be shared after the tale has been laid. I’ve been told you don’t meta-tell a story; you just tell a story. You shouldn’t have to justify; you shouldn’t have to explain; let the words and the work speak for itself. Though in this instance I must preface. I must ramble for a bit. For those of you who aren’t gamers but were or are curious about my tale, for those of my followers who found my #amwriting/#amediting posts fulfilling and expressed interest in my words, this preamble/prelude is for you.
Before I forget Northern Lights should be considered MA. There is graphic violence and a few descriptions of animal abuse. There’s sex stuff, too, but that’s actually tame compared to the violence. Remember this is a romance fic not an erotica.
If you already are well versed on the story of FFVII and have no desire to listen to my ramblings to the same, please feel free to go straight to Chapter 1.