Guardian In Shadows – Prologue
A Novelized Shadow Hearts Fan Fiction
by Carbuncle15
New/Updates: (July 2006 – Revised) I just edited the Author's Note out. That way I will not scare anyone away with my opinions about Shadow Hearts.
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Swearing, Violence
About: The rumbling in my head will not stop no matter how hard I press my fingers to the temples where the pain throbs the most. It is a consistent echoing whenever I get this earsplitting voice that pierces my consciousness. My mouth fumbles as my voice squeaks out telling the embodiment to shut up, but then that being gives me a command. "Save her."
Prologue
Hands were pressed into the wood beside him. The grains went unfelt by gloved coverings and metallic formulations. Weaponry. Symbols imprinted into soft leather. They meant for protection and fast healing. They were things most warriors needed. Fighter. A knight in shining armor that battled against the mass of evil. Laugh. Yeah. Right. The night air was cold, but the man barely noticed it sitting on the bench. The train stop was in the middle of nowhere; it had probably been a town at some point until the Chinese rooted it out. Gone. It had failed in its existence.
Bored. Folding the digits of his hands into a twined position, he rested his forehead onto his thumbs. It was the middle of the night. He was tired, but as a maddening voice had told him: it was not like he had anywhere to go. There was no purpose to his existence, just like that random bench. Rolling his eyes behind the lids of lack of sleep, the man leaned back with a heavy sigh, stretching his feet out before him. He wanted to do something, but what he did not know as he stared up at the mossy overhang. It was wooden unlike the tracks just yards before him, and had seen all sorts of weather. Nails. Rusted objects protruded from the cheap boards.
Rumble. Tremble. The quiver of the earth caused the man to hunch forward once again. From a distance he could see the streaming lights of an engine cutting through the darkness. Standing, he winced, acknowledging the sleeping limb. His leg. Wait. It took only a few more minutes before the government-run train screeched to a halt. The engineer was used to picking up the odd traveler or two from this specific stop. Wrapping his hand around a gold handle, the man pulled himself onto the steps leading into a passenger car.
Inside the luminous area, he noted a few others – an elderly woman with splotched grey hair and a soldier hunched over paperwork. Tired. Rolled eyes. He took a seat towards the back. Shoving a wooden table towards the opposing bench, he curled cat-like onto the cushions flopping his pale face onto his ensnared arms. A few winks might do him some good; after all, that blood-curdling voice had not told him when or where he would meet this girl he needed to save – it had simply told him to get on the train.