Chapter 1 - - - The Chosen of the Gods
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What if all Guardian Forces were, in fact, gods, choosing a prized warrior to call their own? One who was just like them, who would someday save the world from devastation. One to take and care for like it was their own blood.
"It is, when one thinks one knows everything there is to know about the earth, that God snarls in the face of such fools.."
It was a great honor to be chosen. But one could not get too cocky. No, best to watch over them inconspicuously.
But of course, you weren't chosen for no reason. No, there was some big story involved, tangled up with your fate, destiny, and a bit of coincidence thrown in for good measure.
So, when the mightiest GF saw this tiny boy washed up on the shoreline, he took pity on him. Reading this boy's destiny, he gasped, and quickly swooped down and claimed the child as his own.
And the child would forever adore Griever, his savior.
Thus, our story begins.
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Breathing was so hard now. The boy's lungs were about to give out. There was no telling how long he had been struggling against the current, struggling until his strength was depleted, like the flavor from bubble gum.
It was a great relief when he felt hot sand beneath his fevered body, instead of the crashing waves that rolled for miles.
I'm going to die, he thought.
The very sad thing was, it was true. The poor boy had been close to dehydration, his small frame wracked with fever, even before being washed into the unforgiving ocean. The gods only know how he still hung onto life.
The gods, indeed.
"Squall. You shall not die." A kind, melodious voice floated to the boy, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "I am with you. I won't let anything hurt you."
"W-Who.are you.?" Squall choked out, thinking the voice was a product of delirium.
A wispy figure appeared before him, kneeled down. The figure took on the dim outline of a lion, and Squall started in fear. But the lion calmed him, held Squall's hand in his own. "I am Griever."
"Griever? You say I won't die?" Squall laid his head back down on the sand, laughing bitterly. "It's too late for me. Death claims me as his own."
Griever stared, amazed, at this child who spoke so willingly of death. How many hardships have filled this short life so that the owner welcomes death with utter happiness and sadistic humor? "Well, he can't have you. I've come to claim you for myself."
Squall laughed hoarsely. "So I am a possession, now? Why can't you leave me to die in peace?"
Griever stared sharply at the boy. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to die!? What about the world you leave behind!?"
"It will do fine without me, I am sure."
Griever thought that perhaps he had read this boy's destiny wrong. Could this really be Squall, the man who would one day change the fate of the world?! "You were born into this world for a reason, Leonhart." He picked up Squall's hand. There was a bloody gash on the palm. Good. Still talking casually, he made a cut on his own paw. "Don't give up on life so early in the game."
Tears were now running down Squall's face. The child looked so desperate and helpless that Griever thought his heart would break in two. "But this world has nothing for me. It hates me. Everyone hates me."
Griever stroked Squall's dirty hair with a soothing paw. "I don't hate you." he said. "It'll be okay. And after this, you'll never be alone again. I promise." Griever held his bloody paw up. "Give me your hand."
Squall looked at Griever's paw, then at his own bloody hand. He understood, and lunged forward to grab the paw offered to him. The blood mixed, and they became one. All at once, Griever began to fade. But somehow, Squall wasn't so sad anymore.
"Are you a god?" he asked quietly.
Griever smiled at the boy. "You could say that. I am a Guardian Force. Yours, now. We'll always be together."
Squall watched Griever fade into nothing, then sighed. All he wanted to do now was sleep; he was exhausted.
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a/n: Well, what do you think? It's my first FFVIII fic. It's a little hard to understand, and I'm sorry. If you don't get it, I'll answer any questions on reviews or email. Sorry it's so short, but this is just a little prologue thingy. Chapters will get longer later, I promise. Thanks for reading, and please review!
~ ~ ~
What if all Guardian Forces were, in fact, gods, choosing a prized warrior to call their own? One who was just like them, who would someday save the world from devastation. One to take and care for like it was their own blood.
"It is, when one thinks one knows everything there is to know about the earth, that God snarls in the face of such fools.."
It was a great honor to be chosen. But one could not get too cocky. No, best to watch over them inconspicuously.
But of course, you weren't chosen for no reason. No, there was some big story involved, tangled up with your fate, destiny, and a bit of coincidence thrown in for good measure.
So, when the mightiest GF saw this tiny boy washed up on the shoreline, he took pity on him. Reading this boy's destiny, he gasped, and quickly swooped down and claimed the child as his own.
And the child would forever adore Griever, his savior.
Thus, our story begins.
~ ~ ~
Breathing was so hard now. The boy's lungs were about to give out. There was no telling how long he had been struggling against the current, struggling until his strength was depleted, like the flavor from bubble gum.
It was a great relief when he felt hot sand beneath his fevered body, instead of the crashing waves that rolled for miles.
I'm going to die, he thought.
The very sad thing was, it was true. The poor boy had been close to dehydration, his small frame wracked with fever, even before being washed into the unforgiving ocean. The gods only know how he still hung onto life.
The gods, indeed.
"Squall. You shall not die." A kind, melodious voice floated to the boy, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "I am with you. I won't let anything hurt you."
"W-Who.are you.?" Squall choked out, thinking the voice was a product of delirium.
A wispy figure appeared before him, kneeled down. The figure took on the dim outline of a lion, and Squall started in fear. But the lion calmed him, held Squall's hand in his own. "I am Griever."
"Griever? You say I won't die?" Squall laid his head back down on the sand, laughing bitterly. "It's too late for me. Death claims me as his own."
Griever stared, amazed, at this child who spoke so willingly of death. How many hardships have filled this short life so that the owner welcomes death with utter happiness and sadistic humor? "Well, he can't have you. I've come to claim you for myself."
Squall laughed hoarsely. "So I am a possession, now? Why can't you leave me to die in peace?"
Griever stared sharply at the boy. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to die!? What about the world you leave behind!?"
"It will do fine without me, I am sure."
Griever thought that perhaps he had read this boy's destiny wrong. Could this really be Squall, the man who would one day change the fate of the world?! "You were born into this world for a reason, Leonhart." He picked up Squall's hand. There was a bloody gash on the palm. Good. Still talking casually, he made a cut on his own paw. "Don't give up on life so early in the game."
Tears were now running down Squall's face. The child looked so desperate and helpless that Griever thought his heart would break in two. "But this world has nothing for me. It hates me. Everyone hates me."
Griever stroked Squall's dirty hair with a soothing paw. "I don't hate you." he said. "It'll be okay. And after this, you'll never be alone again. I promise." Griever held his bloody paw up. "Give me your hand."
Squall looked at Griever's paw, then at his own bloody hand. He understood, and lunged forward to grab the paw offered to him. The blood mixed, and they became one. All at once, Griever began to fade. But somehow, Squall wasn't so sad anymore.
"Are you a god?" he asked quietly.
Griever smiled at the boy. "You could say that. I am a Guardian Force. Yours, now. We'll always be together."
Squall watched Griever fade into nothing, then sighed. All he wanted to do now was sleep; he was exhausted.
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a/n: Well, what do you think? It's my first FFVIII fic. It's a little hard to understand, and I'm sorry. If you don't get it, I'll answer any questions on reviews or email. Sorry it's so short, but this is just a little prologue thingy. Chapters will get longer later, I promise. Thanks for reading, and please review!