I've moved on to FF8 fics now. I'm hoping I'll get some reviews on this story. Well…anyway…uh, just read and review please.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Final Fantasy VIII or any of its characters, but I do own the characters that I created.

Chapter One

Introduction

After the defeat of the mighty Sorceress, everyone believes that peace has finally come. When a strange seventeen year old girl shows up out of nowhere and says that another war will come, can the gang trust her? Who is this strange young woman?

A five foot, six inch, seventeen year old teenage girl sat quietly at a table in a restaurant. Deling City was usually busy during the day, but it wasn't at all busy. The teenager stared out of a window. Her maize colored hair traveled down her back, and ended at her hips. Her forest green eyes continued to look out of the window.

'Such a bright day.' The girl sighed deeply. She took a sip of her glass of water. 'If it's such a bright day, then how come I ain't outside being…ME?' She asked herself silently. 'Cause I stayed up the whole night last night training. That's why.' She honestly didn't feel like leaving this chair. She had stayed up last night practicing with her gunblade. She yawned. The previous day, before her night-of-absolutely-no-freakin'-sleep, she had been on her journey of looking for a specific person. She had been looking for that person for her whole life. Looking for that person had used up all her patience. Every last drop too. Her fingernails tapped against the wood table. She reached her right hand down to make sure her gunblade was still there. It was. It was upright leaning against the table. The gunblade's blade was made out of the finest silver colored metal with a cheetah inscribed near the handle, which was made out of black metal. She had trained with her gunblade for at least ten years, and was now, or has been for the past few years, a gunblade specialist.

"Do you need more water, Sophia?" A man asked her.

The teenager looked up and saw the waiter. "Oh…yes, please." She watched the man pour more water in her glass.

"Trained all night, eh?" The waiter asked.

"Yeah." Sophia glanced down at her gunblade.

"That's your fifth time this week, isn't it?"

"Yeah." She sighed.

"If you don't get enough sleep, you won't be able to fight soon, ya know. You'd be too weak."

"I know." She didn't really feel like talking today.

"Well, I'll leave you alone now." The waiter left to serve a few other people.

Sophia was well known here. She came here very often. She took another sip of her water and stood up. "I'll be seein' ya later." She waved good-bye to the waiter, picked up her gunblade, and left through the exit. She rested her gunblade on her shoulder. She looked out into the distance. Her feet were hidden by her baggy jeans and the wind blew her golden hair. Her name was Sophia Almasy and her weapon of choice was the gunblade.

Seifer Almasy laid on his bed in his room inside the Balamb Garden. It had been four months since Cid had allowed him to stay here again. Everything was going along great. Except for the name calling that he did and the trouble that he caused. But hey, that was normal for him. If he wasn't doing that, then he had the flu or something. He ran his hand through his maize colored hair. 'Such a boring morning.' He sat up. 'I could always go pick on Chicken Wuss.' He rubbed the back of his neck. 'Nah. I did that yesterday…but I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to pick on him today too.' Seifer stood up and stretched. 'First I'll get me some breakfast.' He looked over at the clock. 7:03 am. 'In the next couple of hours.' He fell back onto the bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Seifer woke up an hour later. Someone was banging on his door.

'What now?!' He got up off of the bed and walked over to the door. He opened the door. "What?!"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come ride in the Ragnarok with us." It was none other than Zell Dincht, the blond haired hyperactive teenager.

"Why are you riding in that thing this early in the mornin'? Seifer asked.

"Early? It's only eight o'clock in the morning." Zell pointed out.

"Come back in four more hours." Seifer slammed the door shut. Zell pounded on the door again. He thrust open the door. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"You haven't been out in days. One ride on Ragnarok wouldn't hurt, now would it?" Zell leaned up against the door frame.

"You're right." Seifer rubbed his head. "I'll meet you in five minutes in the Cafeteria. Okay?"

"Oooookaaaaaay!!" Zell ran down the hall.

Seifer slammed the door shut once more. "Chicken Wuss." He muttered.

Zell waited impatiently in the Cafeteria. It had already been thirty minutes.

"Where is he?!" He slumped down in his chair.

A brown haired teenage boy walked up to Zell. "Is he coming?"

"I don't know anymore. He said he would, but…" Zell sighed.

"Maybe he's getting ready." The young man suggested.

Seifer is in a deep sleep, laying on his left side, facing the wall.

"Maybe…" Zell leaned back in his chair. "Hey, Squall?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Rinoa or anyone else coming?" Zell asked.

"Rinoa said she wanted to come and I don't think Selphie, Irvine, and Quistis are coming." Squall Leonhart answered.

"I'm gonna go get Seifer." Zell hopped up and ran out of the cafeteria.

Seifer, Zell, and Rinoa sat in their seats, waiting for Squall to land Ragnarok.

"Are we there yet?" Rinoa Heartilly asked.

"Yes." Squall answered.

Squall landed Ragnarok near Deling City. Rinoa had wanted to pay a visit to her father before they went anywhere else.

"Hurry up!" Rinoa yelled from outside of Ragnarok.

"How'd she-?" Squall stared at her curiously as he walked outside onto the grass.

Seifer silently followed them out, carrying his gunblade. He was a bit angry at Zell for waking him up. Again. Something caught his attention. He quickly turned to his left and stared. A blur ran up the stairs inside Ragnarok.

"What the-?" Seifer walked back up the stairs.

"What are you doing, Seif?" Rinoa asked him.

"Quiet and don't call me that! " He hissed at her as he stepped back inside Ragnarok. He absolutely HATED that nickname. Selphie had thought of it a couple of months ago. He just then saw the same blur again. He heard footsteps now. He quickly hid behind a wall. The footsteps got closer. He jumped and landed on the monster that had been walking inside Ragnarok. He wasn't on top of a monster, but a human. "Oh my Hyne…"

A/N: Sorry to end it there, but I thought it would be best to stop there. Now, this is my first FF8 fic, so please review and tell me what you thought 'bout it.