Hey, guys! Yeah, it's me again! I'm still alive! I just barely got the internet in my own room, thank the Lord! This is based off a role play character I randomly made up, then had surprise help to make her perfect in every way, as far as fitting in the FFX story line goes. This is something my friend, Matt, forced me to do, and I thought it sounded pretty cool, so I'll let ya'll read it. Tell me what you think, and what all I screwed up on. I'm not all that intelegent when it comes to this game, but my two best friends got me addicted to it, so blame it on them! It's all their fault! Anyhow. Here it is. Hope you like it! R&R!
Hoppy Peep-filled Easter!
In the Summoner's Shadow
Part I Chapter 1
Once, together we were happy and we were so very young;sadly now we have been parted- leaving me quite broken heartedSo many love songs still unsung…So many things still left to say.I did not leave without a care, andI hope we meet again some day.I turn around to see you thereas though I had not gone away.Just listen to me my one and onlyshould you hear a lonely soundDrifting sweet secrets in the breeze;please feel that I am still aroundI leave you sadly, deeply thinking,this is really not too fair…so very proud at having known you,finding such sweet love to share.We must bow to a higher powerwhen He comes to call us home,leaving those we love behind usto join us later when they come.Try to think of me with kindness;try to think of me with Love.One day please do come and join mein a happy home above
(Frank Paylor, Shadow)
I don't know what it was that drove me to do it… I mean, come on! It was the middle of the night. It was raining… heavily… it was cold. The rain was turning into slush. Not frozen enough to be snow, just iced enough to be annoying and dangerously slippery. Yet, through all these conditions, I still got up, slapped on my coat, and wandered outside. I personally didn't know where I was going, but my feet seemed to propel themselves, and I was too tired to stop them. I had been up all night, fighting the urge to get up and take a random midnight stroll. Not that I was worried about myself, but this left my little girl at home alone in the deadly weather.
However, something just wouldn't let me rest until I did as it bade. So, here I was. By myself, my coat frozen to my back, and my feet numb. Shoes… WHY, of all the things I could have forgotten, DID IT HAVE TO BE SHOES! Personally, I would have been happy just to turn around and go back home. In fact I tried to, many times… but nope… my feet would just touch the threshold and immediately turn around and head directly for the same place.
With a sigh of indignation at my current state and a roll of the eyes, not to mention a sudden willingness of the soul to follow, I let myself be carried by some unseen, yet greatly felt, presence. I passed several buildings and numerous alleys until suddenly, I made a swift turn into an abandoned old something or other… not really sure what it was… it was too dark to see clearly… personally, I don't care what it was… I only care that it was there… and I was inside it… and so was she.
The feeling that brought me here left as soon as I stepped inside. Strange, I thought, and prepared to leave. A growl behind me caused me to stop and turn away from the door to face a small, what looked like brown wolf staring at me. Great, a fiend, I thought, but then realized it was no threat to me, even in my weaponless condition. It was holding its paw up as if it was injured, and its eyes seemed to plead for relief more than threaten, so I tried to do just that. I walked to it, holding my hand out and wondering where the mother was, the pup was such a small infant. Barely off milk, I guessed, if not still on.
The pup whimpered and moved away, as if afraid. I tried to tell it I wasn't going to hurt it. A sudden light in its golden eyes seemed to say it understood, and it limped off, turning as if wanting me to follow, so I did. It kept tugging at my pant leg to get me to continue following. A faint cry found my ears, and I needed no more coaxing from the pup. My paternal instincts took over immediately, and I ran towards the pained and frightened sound of a child crying. A small child, as if, like the pup, was either still on, or just barely off milk. Hopefully it was the latter, for it had been quite a while since my dearly beloved's death, and even my own child was fed artificially.
The crying led me out a door in the back of the building to an alley behind it, where in a small dug out pot hole full of muddy, dirty, bloody and pest infested slush I found the smallest child I had ever seen. It was crying rather loudly. I reached down and picked the infant up, holding it against my chest and wrapping it in my coat, willing to share my body warmth, what little there was, what with the lack of my shoes.
To this day, I have yet to figure out what sins I had committed to cause Yevon to make me forget my shoes during this ordeal. It shall remain a mystery, as would what caused me to go out that night.
I found it strange that the pup followed at my heels as I ran back home; even with the limp, it kept up. I didn't think anything of it as I burst through the door, closing it behind me, shutting the pup outside. It immediately started howling, which caused the infant to cry. I laid the infant, her- I found out about here, down on my bed while I changed out of my soaked, cold clothes and dried off, putting on a new set of pajama's and walking over to her, still crying out from either wet, cold, hunger, thirst, fright, illness, fatigue, or any combination of the seven.
After drying her off and laying her under my covers, I went to the kitchen and made a slop of random fruits I found lying around. I sighed, hoping she wasn't allergic to any of them, like Yuna was. Speaking of Yuna, that's who I found laying on the bed next to the baby when I came back to the room. She looked at me and pointed to the child.
"Daddy, baby crying!" she alerted me, as if it was something I was unaware of.
"I know… did she wake you?" I asked, naturally worried more about my own child than this stray I found, though that is a harsh word to use.
Yuna assured me that it had not been the baby, but the pup outside, who now was locked in her room, scratching at the door. I sighed and encouraged her to try and go back to sleep, but she refused, demanding to see the baby. I allowed her to, letting her sit on my lap and hold the crying child while I helped her try and feed her.
It didn't work. She was crying too hard to get anything down her throat that she wouldn't choke on. Only if she'd stop for five minutes! Yuna suggested that the baby was tired, and wanted to have her sleep in her bed. I shrugged, not knowing what harm it would do, and allowed it. I sighed, hearing the screaming of the child receding down the hallway to the room where Yuna slept. After a few minutes, the screaming stopped. I blinked, and went to go see what Yuna had done to make it stop. I blinked when I peeked in and saw the pup and the child curled up together, each laying their heads on the other, while sharing a pillow with my little girl.
"She want puppy!" Yuna explained, pointing.
I smiled and tried again to feed the infant, keeping her close to the pup who rested in Yuna's admiring and fluff fondling arms while I rested the child's head in the crook of my elbow and scooped the goopy fruit gunk into her mouth, although each time my hand brought the spoon close, she would grab it and pull it in as if I wasn't shoveling fast enough.
"Daddy, can we keep her?" Yuna asked. I blinked.
"Well… she has a family somewhere, probably…" I tried to explain. "We should try and help her find it."
Although to me it sounded kind of odd… why would anyone in any condition leave their own child exposed to the elements and fiends like that? It was wrong, and there was absolutely no excuse for it whatsoever. After little debate with myself, I came to the conclusion that perhaps she was better off with Yuna and me. A broken family was better than no family at all, right?
"But… I want sister!" Yuna glared up at me with a pouting bottom lip that dared me to defy her. I chuckled a bit and patted her head.
"Well… alright… but only because you asked so nicely!" I smiled.
The air was squeezed from my lungs when tiny arms clasped around my chest, almost stapling my respiratory muscles together.
"Thankyoudaddy! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! IloveyouandIloveherandshe'llneverbealonecauseIwon'tlether! IloveyouthankyousomuchthisissogreatIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"
I blinked, finding it amazing how fast a child could talk when she was excited and got her way. Huh. Fascinating.
I had the child a whole twenty minutes from the time I grabbed her from her slushy hole to the time I fed her. Yuna immediately stole her from my arms, declaring her the new baby in the family, and demanded that she would feed her, change her, and take care of her. That was music to my ears, but I knew it wouldn't last long, and was prepared to take over parental duties the very next day. I tucked Yuna and my new nameless daughter in under the covers and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me and sighing as I leaned against it.
I said a small silent prayer, then walked to my bed room and collapsed on my bed, falling immediately into a dreamless, deep, dark- not necessarily frightening or evil, just black- sleep. It was the greatest thing I ever experienced.
So, how was it? As good as my others? I hope so. BTW, if you're one of my Child's Play enthusists, I'm working on the next chapter, but I'm having serious writer's block, and I'm out of Dynamite!
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