A Prophecy of Death
AN-None of these characters belongs to me. This does NOT follow up in the game.
Blake wakes up in a cold sweat, panting. He looks around. "Phew, it was just a dream." Blake then recalls his dream. -Blake is walking through the woods, following a stream of black smoke. The smell of burning flesh combined with the black smoke. What am I doing? I can tell there is someone by the fire, maybe they can answer my questions. When he reaches the end of the trail he sees something that scares him to death. It's himself, burning what seems to be a distorted, melted Freya, his beloved.
"Blake? What's wrong?" Zidane asks walking into the tent, noticing his friends current condition.
"Nothing, just…nothing." Blake answers, drying himself off with his blanket.
"Bla-"
"IT'S NOTHING ZIDANE, MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS!" Yells Blake, cutting off Zidane's sentence.
"Ok, ok" Zidane says, giving up in trying to get the information out of his discomforted friend.
As the group walks around, fighting monsters, avoiding traps, the same old' bit. They come across a stream.
Lets get washed up!" suggests Freya.
"Let's purify some of the water first so we have something to drink." Announces Zidane.
"Oh, all right," says a defeated Freya.
By the time the water is pure. And everyone is freshen up the moon was up.
"Lets get everything set up." Commands Zidane, already setting up a tent. Zidane then whispers something into Garnets ear. "Lets cuddle up tonight, then wake up at dawn so old' rusty wont catch us.
"Oh, you're a bad boy Zidane. I LOVE it!" Garnet says pulling Zidane into one of their passionate kisses again.
Blake is looking around camp for Freya and decides to go by the stream to her tent, which is by some bushes along the stream. When he reaches he tent and finds it empty he exclaims, "hmm, this isn't like her."
"OH, Steiner you DO know how to kiss!" says a moaning Freya behind the bushes. "You the best by far, do it again!"
Hearing this crushes Blake, and pisses him off. Moving a few branches aside to see what there doing, the sight enrages him and sends Blake into trance. The site was Freya and Steiner lip locked while, with little progress, trying to undress each other. Running through the bushes was Blake yelling. "YOU TWO SHALL DIE!"
"B-B-Blake, honey this isn't what you think. "Says a scared half dresses Freya.
"HONEY?! I'm getting out of here!" yells Steiner, hauling his ass as far away as possible.
Blake mutters, "Die bitch" then yells. "FREE! ENERGY!" yells Blake, releasing a fiery hell upon Freya.
"AHH!" Screams Freya as she feels her body heat exceed beyond 200, and her skin melting.
When Blake's trance dies down, he sneers. "Goodbye, you whore." Black smoke arises from Freya's melting and wilting skin. "I guess my dream, was a glimpse of the future. The death of Freya." He whispers, walking away from the fire, his friends, and his life.
AN-None of these characters belongs to me. This does NOT follow up in the game.
Blake wakes up in a cold sweat, panting. He looks around. "Phew, it was just a dream." Blake then recalls his dream. -Blake is walking through the woods, following a stream of black smoke. The smell of burning flesh combined with the black smoke. What am I doing? I can tell there is someone by the fire, maybe they can answer my questions. When he reaches the end of the trail he sees something that scares him to death. It's himself, burning what seems to be a distorted, melted Freya, his beloved.
"Blake? What's wrong?" Zidane asks walking into the tent, noticing his friends current condition.
"Nothing, just…nothing." Blake answers, drying himself off with his blanket.
"Bla-"
"IT'S NOTHING ZIDANE, MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS!" Yells Blake, cutting off Zidane's sentence.
"Ok, ok" Zidane says, giving up in trying to get the information out of his discomforted friend.
As the group walks around, fighting monsters, avoiding traps, the same old' bit. They come across a stream.
Lets get washed up!" suggests Freya.
"Let's purify some of the water first so we have something to drink." Announces Zidane.
"Oh, all right," says a defeated Freya.
By the time the water is pure. And everyone is freshen up the moon was up.
"Lets get everything set up." Commands Zidane, already setting up a tent. Zidane then whispers something into Garnets ear. "Lets cuddle up tonight, then wake up at dawn so old' rusty wont catch us.
"Oh, you're a bad boy Zidane. I LOVE it!" Garnet says pulling Zidane into one of their passionate kisses again.
Blake is looking around camp for Freya and decides to go by the stream to her tent, which is by some bushes along the stream. When he reaches he tent and finds it empty he exclaims, "hmm, this isn't like her."
"OH, Steiner you DO know how to kiss!" says a moaning Freya behind the bushes. "You the best by far, do it again!"
Hearing this crushes Blake, and pisses him off. Moving a few branches aside to see what there doing, the sight enrages him and sends Blake into trance. The site was Freya and Steiner lip locked while, with little progress, trying to undress each other. Running through the bushes was Blake yelling. "YOU TWO SHALL DIE!"
"B-B-Blake, honey this isn't what you think. "Says a scared half dresses Freya.
"HONEY?! I'm getting out of here!" yells Steiner, hauling his ass as far away as possible.
Blake mutters, "Die bitch" then yells. "FREE! ENERGY!" yells Blake, releasing a fiery hell upon Freya.
"AHH!" Screams Freya as she feels her body heat exceed beyond 200, and her skin melting.
When Blake's trance dies down, he sneers. "Goodbye, you whore." Black smoke arises from Freya's melting and wilting skin. "I guess my dream, was a glimpse of the future. The death of Freya." He whispers, walking away from the fire, his friends, and his life.