The Blade Of A Lion
- Prologue -
I'll be here.
Why?
I'll be 'waiting'..here..
For what?
I'll be waiting. for you. so..
If you come here.
You'll find me..
I promise.
Wind was blowing, from seas, over deserts, to fields of flowers, bringing crown leafs and streams of colors up above the ground. Leafs was dancing in the wind, meanwhile one.. One of the finest crown leafs was caught gently into the slender hand of a young woman, standing in the field. She looked down at her hand, pure gentleness overwhelming her heart, thoughts of the one she cared about, the one she would always be waiting for. Opening her hand, a pure white feather emerged from her hand, stroked over her wrist, before emerging upwards and upwards.. Towards the sky, traveling with the wind, followed by the eyes of a young woman with raven black hair, black and blue clothes and a necklace with a ring on it.
The feather flew up into the sky, a sky darkening with clouds.. A loud roar was heard as the thunder lightened up the darkness for a second, the light flashing in a shining, metallic object that spun downwards. Just to hit the ground hard, and be kept standing in the dirt.
Everyone could see the shape of it. The sharp blade. The barrel. The handle. The trigger. The lion on the blade.
A gunblade.
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My first writing, my first chapter. Maybe my grammar sucks, and maybe I don't get the grammar right, but, I don't care. This won't exactly be a fanfic, though. But a novel of the real thing. I'd like to try setting the soul of Final Fantasy VIII on the paper, and I hope I'll succeed. Both for me, and for you readers. R&R!
- Prologue -
I'll be here.
Why?
I'll be 'waiting'..here..
For what?
I'll be waiting. for you. so..
If you come here.
You'll find me..
I promise.
Wind was blowing, from seas, over deserts, to fields of flowers, bringing crown leafs and streams of colors up above the ground. Leafs was dancing in the wind, meanwhile one.. One of the finest crown leafs was caught gently into the slender hand of a young woman, standing in the field. She looked down at her hand, pure gentleness overwhelming her heart, thoughts of the one she cared about, the one she would always be waiting for. Opening her hand, a pure white feather emerged from her hand, stroked over her wrist, before emerging upwards and upwards.. Towards the sky, traveling with the wind, followed by the eyes of a young woman with raven black hair, black and blue clothes and a necklace with a ring on it.
The feather flew up into the sky, a sky darkening with clouds.. A loud roar was heard as the thunder lightened up the darkness for a second, the light flashing in a shining, metallic object that spun downwards. Just to hit the ground hard, and be kept standing in the dirt.
Everyone could see the shape of it. The sharp blade. The barrel. The handle. The trigger. The lion on the blade.
A gunblade.
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My first writing, my first chapter. Maybe my grammar sucks, and maybe I don't get the grammar right, but, I don't care. This won't exactly be a fanfic, though. But a novel of the real thing. I'd like to try setting the soul of Final Fantasy VIII on the paper, and I hope I'll succeed. Both for me, and for you readers. R&R!