Hello!
For those of you who have no idea who I am, I was once known a Endless Nonsense. I made a new account because I forgot the password and e-mail I used for my old one. I know, it's tragic. But, I'm back with a vengance!
I had always promised my friend that I would write her a Final Fantasy VIII story, but I've never really had inspiration for one. Well, not unil now, anyways.
So, this is a small preview on what is to come in this story. Of course, every other chapter in this story will be much longer. This is something you would see, say, on the back of a book, or on the front flap. It's my new way to get you guys hooked on my story. Smart, no?
Anyways, SquareBear, this is for you!
And, I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or any of it's wonderful characters.
There I was, in the middle of the most beautiful dining room I had ever seen in my life. It had gold wallpaper with odd spiralled designs that reached the high arched ceilings. The large dining table that was situated in the middle of the room once held six chairs only held four now. It was long, stretching almost three-quarters of the length of the room. The floor was a highly polished marble, the light from the expensive chandelier reflecting off of it beautifully. But I was kneeling on one knee, my head bowed slightly; because standing before me was Seifer.
Never in my life had I ever been more scared. Something about him just intimidated me. Was it just the situation, and how close I was to being kicked out? Amazingly, that seemed to be the least of my worries right now. The way Seifer was looking at me, with such anger and disappointment… It made me shed my eyes from him. I could no longer look into those fierce eyes. He was the proud lion circling the wounded gazelle. I was completely helpless. Unable to move unless told to, unable to speak unless spoken to first. One more wrong move and I would be finished for sure, and I knew it.
I felt chills flood through my body at he sound of his voice. He affected me greatly, whether I wanted to admit it or not. "Okay, Chicken-Wuss. Show me what you're made of."
I couldn't stop myself. I looked away from his shoes and directly up into his eyes. For the first time, I noticed he was grinning at me. For the first time ever, I, Zell Dincht, the guy known for having a smart tongue and a loud mouth, was unable to find the words to say. I simply remained in that position, the heartbeat in my ears the only sound that filled the once chatter-filled room. I could feel every eye in the room on me.
It was that moment that I just knew; This was no longer about the bet. Oh no. This was so much more that.
Yes, this is technically a spoiler, but it doesn't tell you much... Don't worry, the next chapter will start at the very beginning of this story.
My inspiraton for this story came from the song Fashion Revolution by Good With Grenades. I do suggest you listen to it, because it is an amazing song.
Anyways, Review, Favourite or Alert to the story if you like what you see so far. It's not needed, but heck, I'd love to hear what you think. All authors love feedback from their readers.