Ami's Lament

by MeltingSilver

The Snowcat Goddess once ruled over a land, but vanished mysteriously in an attack. A strange girl with little sanity and who is easily distracted attempts to re-tell the tale starting with the destruction of Selttes and ending with the same thing.

1. Selttes

            I've been out there, she thought. I've been out there.

            I've been out there, in that mindless cold, in that mindless emptiness. It was hot out there. Really hot. Shed layer after layer until you can feel the cold again. It's so pretty.

            It's so pretty, she thought. So lovely. So loverly. All dark and foreboding. Omnipotent malevolence. Fun, eh? He, nuf? Selttes. Settles. Shut up, you stupid moron. Pathetic idiot. Nobody wants to hear your rantings.

            The forest was always so dark at night. It seemed to glow crystal on clear nights, but on the nights when there were clouds in the sky, the city made the clouds orange or red. Then the sky turned the ground and the snow whatever colour it may have been.

            I've been out there. Sitting on the swamp's dead, snowy surface, completely devoid of any water. I've been out there, in that mindless cold, in that mindless emptiness. Not another soul around her for the houses that were there. It was so empty and devoid of life, that anything could have appeared to drag her away. It was hot out there. Really hot. Shed layer after layer until you can feel the cold again. Her snowsuit, built to keep heat in, had certainly kept the heat him. She sweated badly until she pulled it off above her waist, and then shed her hat, and her gloves, and her mittens. It's so pretty. Sitting there on the backs of her legs, just enjoying the silence and the scenery. Nothing ran through her mind. She said a few things. What, she couldn't remember. Nani?

            Balamb Garden. It occured to her right then and there where this song was from. Julia - or is it Ami? - played this song, and it's the same one as there was at Balamb Garden. Soooo prrrreetttyyyy!!!! She loved this song. It was so sooo preeetttyyy. There wasn't much else to say. It was just pretty. Beautiful. Lovely. Loverly. STOP RANTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

            I know! Let's have a tea party!

            That was already taken.

            Selttes.

            That isn't.

            I know! Let's write a story!

            So she sat down to write a story on her computer.

            How shall I start it? she thought. I know! Like this!

            I've been out there, he thought. I've been out there. NO. Now it's out HERE. I'm HERE and HERE now. Why can't it be THERE instead of HERE?!

            That's a good start, she thought. Now how about some more?

            Why is THERE HERE? he thought. Why can't it be that HERE is THERE?

            It was never meant to be. HERE was HERE and THERE was HERE as well.

            Oooh! Pretty song again! Inspiriation, here I cooomeeee!!!

            Soft waftings of a tune floated across his dying subconscious. It was such a pretty song. So Why did it float across to him now? A lament, perhaps? Was he really going to die, and this would be the last thing he would hear? A song from somewhere beyond his reaching thoughts?

            Awww, pretty song ended.

            Selttes reached out and touched the snow with one hand. Then he slammed his other hand down onto the ground and started crying. Sobbing. Tears flowed unchecked from his eyes, yet he made little to LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL no sound.



            Ooops, negligence. Not typing story. But this is a good story that ISHE wrote. And the pretty song is on again!!! How can Selttes survive now?

            Selttes let the snow burn into his hands and knees. His clothes had been ripped to shreds, leaving him in almost nothing. His face and body were clawed and mutilated. His once perfect looks had been destroyed. How?! How had this happened?!?!!!! How could a God fall to such low status!!!!

            Easy.

            He had defied Her.

            The Snowcat Goddess.

            He, too, had been a God. Once. But then he had taken one of Her cities. And She would not stand for that.

            So he fell. He fell beyond what a God could ever possibly be, except back into the oblivion of the Space. Scarier still, the HellSpace.

            i don't want to die yet, he thought. Only the soft footsteps, the soft paws of something, some creature behind him, answered him.

            "I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed out into the night air. The orange sky reflected on the snow. The blackness of the trees all around him shadowed him. The soft pawsteps behind him.

            "no...no....no...," he sobbed over and over

            YAAAAAAAAY PRETTY SONG AGAIN!!!!

            again.

            But that did not stop the pawsteps.

            and suddenly they bunched, they coiled, and they stopped. He knew what had happened. And just as suddenly there was an amazing pressure on his back. He cried out as his spine buckled under the weight, as his ribs became cracked and crushed when they hit the ground. His sobbing never ceased. Tears continued to flow. He cried. Selttes cried. He didn't want this. He didn't want to suffer. He didn't want to die.

            But that's the will of all Gods, She thought into his ear. Not to suffer, not to die. Do you really think I'm going to let you live now, just because you scream out the will of all Gods and cry?

            He shook his head no. A soft, furry face rubbed against his. He shuddered.

           

            OOPS negligence again ^^;;;

            Me so sorry!!

            Now you will pay the price for taking one of the Snow cities.

            YAY FOR PRETTY SONG AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

           

            That night, Selttes, the God of the Island Azuka, was destroyed, taken, and eventually killed the the Snowcat Goddess. When she returned to her home, Nemesis was there waiting for her.

            "Lovely girl," he murmured as he stroked her silky head. She purred.

            "Lovely cat." She gave him a look. He laughed a little. "I know, I know. Lovely mountain cat. Wildcat. Snowcat. Lynx."

            "Goddess cat."

            She purred and rubbed against him again, then

            left to go get a drink of water from her personal pond. On the way there, she graced a hunter with her sight for a fe

            YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

            w moments - maybe one or two seconds - before leaping off into the darkness. She radiated, she glowed, with a beautiful silvery-blue light, the colour of the sky just above the set sun on a late or early winter evening.

            There, at her personal drinking pool, she reflected on her thoughts

            for the last few nights. Only one city of hers had been taken. That bastard, Selttes, had taken it. No matter. He had easily been destroyed. Brave, though, she had to admit it. Brave enough to take one of her cities, then try and fight back! She almost admired the poor God.

            But now he was dead. Dead, and gone. She neednt worry about Selttes ever again.