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The Curse of the Golden Voice
Thunder roared outside as the rain beat upon the ruined home. Water dripped from cracks in the ceiling onto a rotting wooden floor. Dust covered toys lounged around left behind by the previous inhabitants, adding to the forlorn look of the room. The paint that was once a light colored pink was now turning yellow and peeling off the walls. The torn curtains puffed in accordance as the shattered window allowed a cool breeze to sweep through the area. In a corner a levitating, glowing orb created eerie shadows on the deteriorating enamel. The boards creaked as a being came into the room.
"The accursed one is getting closer. We must capture it!" commanded a dominant voice from behind the incandescent globe. A dazzling flash from this crystal ball revealed a girl with flame colored hair staring out at the sea from the Balamb city hotel balcony. As she was turning around a black mist materialized making the gorgeous scenery disappeared.
Squall sat up in bed covered in sweat, and his damp white T-shirt clung to his skin. Getting up he ran his fingers through his knotted hair trying to get the brown bangs out of his azure eyes, but to no avail. Opening the blinds, he squinted as the daylight flooded into his dorm. The sun, just above the mountains in Balamb Alcauld plains reflected off the aquamarine ocean making it a silverish blue. As he stared out, he tried to remember his recurring nightmare. He was starting to put pieces of it back in place when a headache suddenly struck him. The excruciating pain was worse then when he had almost gotten his forehead split in half by Seifer. He sat down in his swivel chair leaning face down against his deck, and the throbbing gradually faded. He looked up and noticed that it was only six am, and remembered that he had to help Quistis organize the candidate parties for the SeeD exams at seven. After much deliberation he decided that during the spare hour he'd go fight Grats in the Training Center. He quickly got dressed, grabbed his Lionheart, and ran out the door.
Authors note: Well that's the first part of my story hope you liked it please review.
The Curse of the Golden Voice
Thunder roared outside as the rain beat upon the ruined home. Water dripped from cracks in the ceiling onto a rotting wooden floor. Dust covered toys lounged around left behind by the previous inhabitants, adding to the forlorn look of the room. The paint that was once a light colored pink was now turning yellow and peeling off the walls. The torn curtains puffed in accordance as the shattered window allowed a cool breeze to sweep through the area. In a corner a levitating, glowing orb created eerie shadows on the deteriorating enamel. The boards creaked as a being came into the room.
"The accursed one is getting closer. We must capture it!" commanded a dominant voice from behind the incandescent globe. A dazzling flash from this crystal ball revealed a girl with flame colored hair staring out at the sea from the Balamb city hotel balcony. As she was turning around a black mist materialized making the gorgeous scenery disappeared.
Squall sat up in bed covered in sweat, and his damp white T-shirt clung to his skin. Getting up he ran his fingers through his knotted hair trying to get the brown bangs out of his azure eyes, but to no avail. Opening the blinds, he squinted as the daylight flooded into his dorm. The sun, just above the mountains in Balamb Alcauld plains reflected off the aquamarine ocean making it a silverish blue. As he stared out, he tried to remember his recurring nightmare. He was starting to put pieces of it back in place when a headache suddenly struck him. The excruciating pain was worse then when he had almost gotten his forehead split in half by Seifer. He sat down in his swivel chair leaning face down against his deck, and the throbbing gradually faded. He looked up and noticed that it was only six am, and remembered that he had to help Quistis organize the candidate parties for the SeeD exams at seven. After much deliberation he decided that during the spare hour he'd go fight Grats in the Training Center. He quickly got dressed, grabbed his Lionheart, and ran out the door.
Authors note: Well that's the first part of my story hope you liked it please review.