A/n – ok. I would be writing EfA, but I need a script, cauz i wanna have accurate info.
if you know of one, email me, PLEASE! ffwa is down, and that's what I normally use.)
And I 'm too lazy to replay the intro to the game... I have an excuse though! I've played the intro at LEAST 10 times, for various reasons.
This is the "scum of the universe" one-shot. I hope you like it, I think it's crummy!
NOTE!!!!! – Contains language unsuitable for children.
(lol.. I love that. Cauz I'm a child... heehee.... And I wrote this. Hahaha.
–End age - themed rant-)
FORMAT – ok. The format of this is completely different from what I wanted. It's written as partly poems, partly a conversation. First person: zidane's pov. Hope you enjoy it!
Dissie – ok, squaresoft owns the characters. I own the: a. plot, b. title. (ha! Now riz cant steal it! haha) c. poems – I wrote them, and I am very proud of em, so please don't steal! Ill let u borrow, but email me if you want to use em!
Memories of a Mongrel
'Thieves are the scum of the universe! There is nothing as low as someone who must steal to survive!'
For a moment I stood there, shaking. Shaking with anger, and pain, and sorrow. Shaking from my memories.
I remember, long ago,
I sat there, starving, in the snow.
No one to love me; no one to care.
'Cept children who'd come by to stare.
Others, like me, but stronger, well fed,
Would beat the weaker till they bled.
The slightest things would unleash their wrath,
So no one dared to cross their path.
Damn him. Damn him for reminding me. Eternity seemed to pass, as I relived my pain. Damn him.
It was worse though, when they were bored,
They'd swarm around you, in a horde.
A beating that could end your life,
Though they never drew a knife.
If you woke, you were still weak,
Your chance of life was very bleak.
No passers cared if you did bleed,
For their hearts are wrought with greed.
"You know nothing of survival." My voice sounded too calm, even to me. Damn him.
"Ha! And you, a mongrel who has probably never met a scholar, would?"
"More then the asses and fools who call them selves nobles. More then their blind advisors and councilors. More then the imbeciles who claim to have learned to fight during childhood."
"Are you calling me an imbecile?!"
"Do you claim you learned to fight at a young age?"
"Of course I did! My parents were wealthy, it would have been absurd for me to have not been taught to fence!"
"You truly are an imbecile, if you think fencing and fighting are the same thing!"
"And you are an uneducated thief! What gives you the right to surmise my intelligence?!"
"Fencing is only mock battles, considered an art. Fighting, I mean for your life, where the skirmish decides life or death."
"And how would you know more on the topic then them?"
"Because ..." I realize what I'm doing. I'm letting my anger blind me, saying things I shouldn't. I swore long ago that I would never speak of my life. Not to any one. And I nearly told this fool. Damn him. No, damn me, you wouldn't be the first person.
The tale of the Good Samaritan,
Without the famous, kindly man.
The doctors and priests would pass you by,
Condemning you to slowly die.
I like it, but it's not that good.
ABOUT EFA!!! – next chappie should be out soon! I just need to go remember what happens in the forest... sigh and also, I had had a written first draft for the other chappies, no I have to make it all up again...