Friday rolled around, and the two lovebirds were ready to leave. Gatoris left the castle in Sephiroth’s hands. He would have left it in Cloud’s, but he and Tifa had planned their honeymoon at the same time. On the way to their cabin, Gatoris pondered why Aerith had picked Icicle Inn... "I thought it would bring you memories of home this time of year." Angie was speaking to him. Gatoris thought about it: Indiana was notourious for blustery winters. He could remember some of the cold, snowy winters of his childhood. Icicle Inn was perfect. He began to shed a tear thinking of his past. This was a perfect time to perpetuate life. The two made it to their cabin, locked the door, and had a romantic weekend.

A month later, Gatoris paced outside a doctor’s office in New Mideel. Aerith had been feeling ill for a week, and he could not figure out why. He hoped that she was all right, and that their plan had worked. Five minutes later, the doctor came out. She smiled and motioned for him to sit inside. "This is odd..." she started. "You mean to say she’s not pregnant?" Gatoris said. They had told the doctor about their honeymoon, and the fact that it was their only time together in bed. "She is..." the doctor began, "...but are you sure the only time that you two had a relation was a month ago?" Gatoris and Aerith were overjoyed. "Yes, it is," Aerith told her. "Well... These tests say you’re already in your second trimester..." the doctor spoke. Aerith looked at her stomach. It was showing on her. Her usualy thin figure was heavy with child. "Maybe it’s a Cetra thing..." Gatoris mumbled. "Maybe the Cetra gestation period is accelerated during the first trimester..." "Interesting thought." The doctor acted like it made sense. "I don’t care about that. It’s just the fact that I’m having a child..." Aerith couldn’t be happier. "You want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?" the doctor asked. Gatoris looked at Aerith. "You want to know now?" Aerith nodded. "I can tell you without looking..." Gatoris said, shocking the doctor. "...it’s a girl." The doctor dropped her chart. "How did you know?" "I had a vision last night." was all that Gatoris said. "...and the due date is mid-July." "The seventh, to be exact..." the doctor finally came to her senses again. "Cool." The happy couple left the office.

Gatoris had shocked even his wife. "I never knew of your vision..." "I didn’t want to frighten you. My vision was more than our daughter. It was of my death." Aerith could not get her mouth to close. Gatoris explained his vision to his wife. He was in an open field, fighting someone or something. He could not tell, for the figure was blurry. All he knew was he defeated the creature, but not before it struck him a mortal wound. Gatoris remebered seeing Aerith holding him. He looked at a youg girl, who looked to be only ten or eleven years old. Knowing he was dying, he handed her his sword. He then spoke to her. "Take care of your mother. I did my best, but now I cannot do it. I regret having to leave you at such a young age..." was all he said before dying. Gatoris had died in Aerith’s arms. She took the sword from the girl and held it out from her. That was the end of the vision.

Aerith was stunned. Her husband saw his own demise. She decided to get that out of her mind. "How did you know the due date?" "Simple," Gatoris replied. "This is February the second, and July is six months off." Aeirth did the math in her head. He was right. "...but she’ll be born earlier." Aerith was having one shock after another. "I had a vision before that other one. I saw her birth." Aerith decided to listen. "I noticed a calender on the doctor’s desk after the delivery. It was on June 23... my birthday." Aerith looked at him. "This is deep..." was all she said. "There’s more. I remember that in the delivery room there was an angel in there, besides you." Aerith turned up the radio in the car. She had enough thinking for a week.

When they got back to the castle, Almathea was waitng. Gatoris and Aerith had told no one about their plans, so they were plesantly surprised when Alma asked when she was going to be an aunt. Gatoris knew that Alma probably read his mind before he left. "The doctor said July 7, but I say June 23." Almathea looked at Gatoris. "Then it’ll be a nice birthday present for you!" she exclaimed. "You thought of a name for her yet?" "Not..." Gatoris began to say, but Aerith said something else: "Angelise." Gatoris thought about that name for about two seconds bfore yelling "That’s perfect!" The family hugged each other.

Ifalna was delighted by the news of becoming a grandmother. When she was told the child’s name, she was not surprised. "The only child of Angelina..." Gatoris picked the mythology book back up. She was right.

Angelise: The only child of Angelina and Garrett. Protected her mother after her father died.

Gatoris was now the one feeling light-headed from thinking. "Damn. Just like in my vision. I’m reliving my first life..." Ifalna just smiled. "Things have come full circle. You know your fate, and know it cannot be changed." Gatoris hung his head. "Yes. It’s how I want to go out anyway." The family began to make plans.

By March, the catle had been remodled some in order to make a room just for Angelise. Gatoris kept having the same vision over and over, every night. He kept seeing his death. He kept wondering why he had to see it. He could not change it, and it was ten or eleven years off. It kept disturbing him. One night, though, he did not have that vision. He had a new one that tried to ease his pain about the previous one.

Gatoris was sitting down on a bench within his courtyard, surrounded by flowers and murals. He smiled as he remembered how his wife planted all the flora before him. Also he reminisced on how his sister Almathea had hand-drawn and painted the art on the walls. All said, this was probably the most peaceful and serene part of the castle. Gatoris then began to wonder why he was having a vision of this place. He bowed his head in thought as the answer walked towards him. A slender, feminine figure approached the spot where Gatoris sat. "Beautiful place, is it not?" The woman’s voice was sweet, innocent and angelic voice Gatoris had ever heard. "Yes, madam, it is..." Gatoris replied, not looking up. He was starting to have a headache trying to find a reason for the vision being here. "I remember when I was younger, my parents used to play with me here." Her... parents? "Yes, Gatoris, my parents." Apparently she could read minds. "You must of picked that up from your aunt Almathea... she used to bug the hell out of your father with it..." Gatoris paused, feeling odd by refering to himself in the third person. Although his first insctinct was to not look up, he felt he had to see his daughter He feared she would have ended up with his looks and not her mother’s...

Gatoris’ fears were unneeded. She looked to be as old as her mother currently was. She was thin, but not exceedingly so. Gatoris looked carefully at her face. Angelise had Aerith’s facial features, his hair color, and baby blue eyes... like Angelina. He cried. "What is it, dad? Are you upset that I look more like my mother?" Angelise did not wish to see her father upset. "No... It’s just that I won’t be there to see my little angel grow up..." "You don’t know how right you are about the ‘angel’ part..." Angelise replied. She removed her high school jacket to reveal the reason behind her words.

Gatoris gazed in awe at Angelise’s wings. His daughter was a literal angel. "Fitting f0r the child of the guardian/savior of the Cetra and the last hope of the race..." Apparently, Angelise had his knowledge of history and mythology. "Why have you come?" Gatoris asked in a weak voice. "I know you have had visions of your death..." she began. "I know you must wonder what happens to your family. We all survive, albiet we mourned your loss for an unsually long time." Gatoris then thought of one family member in partuclar. "Mom is still alive. She knew you would disapprove if she killed herself again." Not only could she read minds, she knew her family’s past. Gatoris then thought of another family member. "Aunt Almathea dissapeared shortly after your death." Angelise again beat her father to it. "She was following my soul again..."Gatoris mumbled. He got up and stood tall in front of his daughter. He hugged her and began to speak. "Angelise Rose Tonberry..." he began, holding back tears, "I swear to you as the guardian of the Cetra... no, as your loving father... that no one shall harm you as long as there is a breath in my body..." He looked one last time at her face. She was crying, as he was. "I know, dad..." were the last words Gatoris heard from his daughter...

...and then he woke up. It was two in the morning, and he realized he had no chance in hell to get back to sleep. He snuck down to the kitchen and poured himself some coffee. All Gatoris could think of was his daughter, and he couldn’t get over how well she had grown up in his vision. "You had a dream about Angelise, didn’t you?" Apparently, Almathea couldn’t sleep either. "Yes, sis, I did... She was an angel..." "call me crazy, but I had a vision of a young girl claiming to be my daughter..." Almathea began. Gatoris did the most accurate human impression of a classic anime facefault. "Your daughter? I was right then. You will find your prince..." Gatrois commented. "The odd thing was she had fangs, and she claimed that she wasn’t a vampire..." Almathea continued. Gatoris sighed. "It doesn’t matter. You will find your prince, and that’s all that matters." Almathea sighed as well. "True, Charon. You always prayed for the day when my prince came and relieved you of your job..." she chuckled a little after saying that. "I was right all those years ago. You are mad to think that I would give up protecting you to some prince. By what I swore to your mother, my ‘job’, as you so elegantly put it, ended when we both died on Amlathea. I am doing it now because I care for you. You are the closest thing I have to my actual blood family in this life, and I look out for my family." Gatoris sighed again after completing his rambling. "... I look out for them to the bitter end..." There was an uncomfortable silence for a second. Almathea broke it by asking a question. "Did you paint the newest mural in the courtyard? I konw I didn’t..." Gatoris looked at her. "You know I can’t draw, just write... what mural?" he thought back to the vision. There was a mural there that looked out of place. Both rushed to the courtyard.

The courtyard was dimly lit by torches in the twilight hours. All of the murals, save one, were not lit up enough to be seen well. It looked not like his sister’s work, that much he could tell. Although it was forigen, the brush strokes looked familiar. The mural was of the entire family. Everyone was there: Goku, his daughter Rebecca, Sephiroth, Yuffie, Vincent, Lucretia, Ifalna and Professoor Gast, Almathea, Aerith, him, and a little baby in his arms. While everyone else was looking forward, Gatoris was looking at the baby. his sword was also planted firmly in front of him. instead of a dragon on the blade, it was a red and rose. He also noticed the backdrop: it was the Shinra Mansion. He noticed a lit candle in a window... Gatoris thought of the song ‘Hero of the Day’. He still could not figure out who did it. He finally saw a small signatrue mark: a small ‘A’ with wings. "She got the best of both worlds..." he mumbled as he looked at the family portrait again.

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