Memories
Part One: Tempers Flare!
((A/N: Okay, this is a fragment of one of my fics. It's what I consider to be the best part... It's mostly just telling how my character dies so that people I rp with can know her story. Review if you like... I'll be writing Darkness of the Soul, my Shonen-Ai/semi-angst fic soon.. ))
((Another A/N: Okay, this is told in my character's POV (point of view). She's an Elf, and Xel won't stop following her. Sorceress/Swordswoman, and this takes place roughly one hundred years before the end of NEXT.))
I hear a cry of pain, so familiar that it almost hurts me to hear it once again. I can hear Xelloss tell me it's nothing, and I can see that damned smirk on his face, but it all seems sort of far off... Like it isn't real... Like an illusion spell is dancing through my mind...
I pump my long legs, the pain in my feet from traveling that I was so recently annoyed about completely forgotten. My dark cape swirls back, my hair catching the light and shimmering pure gold. My long ears are flat against my head, and I narrow my blue eyes as I crest the hill.
And there I saw him.
I could see what I had been dreading for nearly three hundred years... ever since I left home...
Well, not this exactly... Nothing could have prepared me for this...
Long red hair that billowed slightly, held back by a tie at the end, and ruffled at the top... Dark pants and shoes, and an orange trenchcoat covering him, a long, deadly looking sword in his hand. I'd heard of him, but hoped never to meet him... His name was Maryu-ou-Gaav, the Deamon Dragon King.
But if that wasn't bad enough, I hear who had made the cry.. For in the slightly tanned hands of the murdering bastard was none other than my brother.
Sure, I had abandoned the family, and left the village for fear of death, but blood was blood, and it was eternal..
I drew my sword, screaming my challenge, and he looked up at me, grinning. I didn't know whether it was because he was a pervert and was trying to see up my skirt, or if he was true to his legend and loved battle.. Either way, I would die for my cause.
((Don't you just love suspense?....))
Part One: Tempers Flare!
((A/N: Okay, this is a fragment of one of my fics. It's what I consider to be the best part... It's mostly just telling how my character dies so that people I rp with can know her story. Review if you like... I'll be writing Darkness of the Soul, my Shonen-Ai/semi-angst fic soon.. ))
((Another A/N: Okay, this is told in my character's POV (point of view). She's an Elf, and Xel won't stop following her. Sorceress/Swordswoman, and this takes place roughly one hundred years before the end of NEXT.))
I hear a cry of pain, so familiar that it almost hurts me to hear it once again. I can hear Xelloss tell me it's nothing, and I can see that damned smirk on his face, but it all seems sort of far off... Like it isn't real... Like an illusion spell is dancing through my mind...
I pump my long legs, the pain in my feet from traveling that I was so recently annoyed about completely forgotten. My dark cape swirls back, my hair catching the light and shimmering pure gold. My long ears are flat against my head, and I narrow my blue eyes as I crest the hill.
And there I saw him.
I could see what I had been dreading for nearly three hundred years... ever since I left home...
Well, not this exactly... Nothing could have prepared me for this...
Long red hair that billowed slightly, held back by a tie at the end, and ruffled at the top... Dark pants and shoes, and an orange trenchcoat covering him, a long, deadly looking sword in his hand. I'd heard of him, but hoped never to meet him... His name was Maryu-ou-Gaav, the Deamon Dragon King.
But if that wasn't bad enough, I hear who had made the cry.. For in the slightly tanned hands of the murdering bastard was none other than my brother.
Sure, I had abandoned the family, and left the village for fear of death, but blood was blood, and it was eternal..
I drew my sword, screaming my challenge, and he looked up at me, grinning. I didn't know whether it was because he was a pervert and was trying to see up my skirt, or if he was true to his legend and loved battle.. Either way, I would die for my cause.
((Don't you just love suspense?....))