Fated Children
Wake from your sleep, my children,
The childhood years are gone.
Wake from your sleep, fated children,
The peace is gone.
Rise! Search!
Go to the true garden,
The garden of vernal truth.
Fiery truth
Burn the evil world.
Fiery truth
Light the dark world.
Goodbye, children,
The day has died.
(c)
2000 by Squaresoft
Lyricist: Kazushige Nojima
Latin Translation: Taro Yamashita
Waves
crashed in a methlodic rhythm against the rocks. Atop the craggy cliffs stood a
majestic old lighthouse. It still used the oil lighting system of old, and was
lit every night to warn ships of the dangerous rocks that jutted like a row of
teeth just under the waters surface. Rarely did ships venture this way, nor
were the surrounding islands populated by anything but the occasional animal.
It was a safe place for a person, or persons who didn't wish to be noticed.
Further up the shoreline, where the waves weren't nearly as menacing,
and the beach was sandy and safe, played a small group of children. Spring had
just begun to bless the land with an array of wild flowers, and there was a bit
of chill in the air. Despite the still cool weather, and their Matron's
warnings, all but one of the children had abandoned their shoes for a romp in
the water. That one child seemed to take no interest in the others, and
wandered towards the large field of flowers. Petals and leaves took flight as a
fierce coastal wind swept over the field, swirling a fragmented rainbow around
the boy. He watched the petals as they danced like tiny sprites, and chased
after a few of them. His small hands grasped at, but could never quite reach.
He grew frustrated and sat down with a huff, crossed his arms and pouted. A
swirl of petals and pollen rose up in wake of his small form, and he futilely
grasped at the airborne flowers. His pout turned to a smug grin. He had caught
one! He dared not open his hand as he brought the treasure close to his body to
shield it from the gasping tendrils of the wind. He slowly pealed opened pudgy
fingers to reveal a small, downy, white feather. With wide, bewildered eyes, he
stared at his prize. The wind began to stir the downy tufts of the feather,
threatening to steal it away again. The boy quickly shut his hand and stowed
his treasure in his pocket.
"Squall!!!" A female voice rose over the distant thunder of waves. The
boy turned at the sound of his name, and stood up among the waste high flowers.
"There you are!" exclaimed a girl of about 12 years. She held the thick cloth
of her skirt above her knees and trotted towards him. Her short chocolate brown
hair swung along her jawline, framing her oval, alabaster face. She
reached the boy and swept him up in a big bear hug. The boy giggled and
squirmed until he was let down. He tugged at the girls skirt.
"Lookie Ellie."
He said, carefully removing the feather from his pocket. He held it out to the
older girl in cupped hands.
"Oh how pretty!"
She exclaimed, reaching out to touch the delicate feather. The moment she did
so, images of people, places and things she had never seen before flooded her
mind. Bewildered, and intrigued, she tried to sort the random images into
something more understandable. The faces were familiar, but strange. She
concentrated harder, trying her best to control her budding abilities, despite
matron's warnings. The boy watched her with concern.
"Ellie?" He
asked, closing his hand around the white feather. No longer in contact with the
downy plume, the images stopped as suddenly as they had started. She blinked,
and looked down at her small companion. He stared back with large, blue, puppy
dog eyes. "What was it Ellie?" She patted his head.
"You hold onto that
feather, all right Squall?" He nodded, and stowed it away in his pocket.
"Why?"
"It's a feather from
an angel's wing." She whispered.
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Author's note
This is just a random
writing. I like the idea, but I'm not really sure if I want to continue
it. I think it stands okay on it's own
as a short piece. Constructive criticisms and suggestions are more than
welcome.
Fated Children
A
Final Fantasy 8 story
By Emmelyne
elfkin's
chamber
