The Mundane Life - Prologue
Hellooo! bigVEE here. This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so yay (or nay?)! Anyways, this features my favorite raging couple Albel and Nel from Star Ocean 3! Of course, I'm not much of a romance-writer person thing, so... don't be expecting any actual hug-hug-kiss-kiss scenes... Maaaybe just a hint o' lovin', but I tell ya, thassit.
Reviews would be appreciated! Please be nice, m'kay?
Disclaimer: I don't own SO3... and whatnot.
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Prologue
"Shit!"
"Now that's not like you, Zelpher--cursing like that," The sinister-looking man, who had spent the entire mission brooding, was suddenly amused, "Is our little Aquarian scared?"
"I don't appreciate that sneer of yours, Nox, so stop it... and while you're at it, stop talking. We're in troub—aaaghh!"
The ground was shaking now. It might not have been so bad if the two travelers were actually standing upon the rocky cavern floor. Instead, they were dangling hundreds of feet up from a decayed wooden bridge haphazardly slapped together with a frayed length of rope, of which its strength was becoming questionable.
Ahead of them was a small altar placed cozily in an alcove, which could quite possibly accommodate one person. Maybe even one and a half, but certainly not two. A glowing orb was resting peacefully on the altar, undisturbed by the clamor below.
"Albel, get to that altar. I can't pull both of us up!" Her hands were white from clutching the rope. Pieces of debris were flying past her head and into the ominous darkness below as the shaking became more violent.
"And how am I supposed to get up there, fool? I'm hanging from your damned boot," Albel retorted, then quickly added, "which is slipping, by the way."
"Me! Climb me! Hurry!" Nel Zelpher was frantic, which was very much unlike her during times such as this. It was probably the dark, which was velvety (if darkness can be velvety) and had engulfed them ever since they stepped foot into the cavern. Oh, and the height. She didn't like the height. It wasn't her forte.
Albel grunted and began the slow climb up Nel's leg, then torso, and paused when he came face to face with his companion. She was glowering.
"That grope was deliberate, wasn't it? I swear on Apris' name, I'll kill you when this is over!"
He smiled airily, "You mean you'll try? I'll be looking forward to it," and he resumed his climb up the rope.
Finally, he threw himself onto the bridge and, after a moment's hesitation, offered his hand to help his future killer, who was still trying to inch her way up the swinging rope.
"I'm fine—just get the orb!" At this point the altar was beginning to feel the effects of the quake, and the orb was threatening to roll off into the abyss below.
After another second of hesitation—which was actually rather sweet once you thought about it—Albel withdrew his hand and stumbled across the bridge towards the alcove.
Alas, too late.
The orb was rolling towards the brink of the little niche, teetered on the edge, and fell.
"No!" Nel screamed.
Albel dived.
All the madness around him seemed to come to a halt the moment he enclosed the orb in his fist.
Then, everything went black.
Well, blacker than before.
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H'oookay. So, good? Bad? So-so? I'd like some feedback, so feel free! winkwink
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