Disclaimer: I don't own it. Nope, sure don't. If I did, I wouldn't be
here writing Fanfiction, would I?
A/N- Nothing really to say. This is my first fanfic under this name. I have another one out, but none of you peoples cared to review. Maybe it's some secret grudge against me. Maybe if I get a new name, all you /nice/ people will review. Maybe you should just review my first story, "Revenge of the Murder", I will even accept flames, you won't hurt my feelings.
Oh, yeah, the dialogue isn't exact, I haven't played the beginning in a while, but from what I can gather from other web sites, it's pretty damn close.
One more thing. Like I said in my other fic, I say that Max from Shining Force one is the father of Bowie from Shining Force two. I still don't care what "Moogie's Ultimate Shining Force Guide" says, I've never played "Shining Force: Final Conflict", I have almost no idea who Ian is, again I'm just going to make it easier and use Max and Bowie, so don't even waste your time flaming me about this issue, I already know.
Ch 1- Maybe One Day
Bowie cracked his eyes open, expecting to see the usual blast of blinding saffron light pouring through his window.
But the only things to greet him were leaden clouds that held the threat of rain.
Dragging himself out of the warm folds of his bed, he trudged to the window. It was cool to the touch, and heavily laced with drops of water.
Somewhere in his groggy mind, he could remember the storm the night before. The angry pounding of water against the brick homes, the furious thunder reverberating, and the flashing bleached lighting that seemed to split the sky.
Pulling on his apparel, the scurried down the stairs. His mind was still fuzzy from the lack of sleep, his motions still laggard.
"Bowie, hurry to school!" His mother exclaimed, "Sarah and Chester are waiting for you." Then her voice softened slightly, "did the storm wake you?"
"No," he lied drowsily. Of course the storm had woken him. Why would he be so enervated if it hadn't?
"Oh, well, that's good. Well, good-bye now."
"Bye," he murmured.
Rubbing his eyes, he stepped over the threshold, setting in the direction of school. He watched the townspeople of Grandseal go about their daily tasks.
'What a dull town," he thought, "why doesn't anything ever happen?"
Treading across the soggy ground, he thought about ditching school for the day. He could see almost no reason to go. He would never become anything more than a swordsman, and he would never need to. Not in this irksome little town.
And anyway, he was in no way good at magic. That's what Sarah was there for. To do magic and make him look stupid. Bowie was only good at one spell, Egress, and that wouldn't be any use to him either.
Sighing, he turned into the classroom to see Chester and Sarah already seated. Bowie would never understand Sarah. She was the same age as him, but she was training to become a vicar, and considering a career as a master monk. What kind of life would that be? Yeah, that would sure be an exciting job. Heal people. Okay, that was important too, but where was the action? While the priest would be busy conducting auras and heals and what not, Bowie would be out saving the world, as a hero, just like his father, Max.
Well, maybe not. That was nothing but a dream. He knew Sarah was taking the adroit path and chasing a dream that could actually come true. She was planning to do something with her life that would help people and make the world a better place, a job that wouldn't be over as soon as all the demons were gone.
'That doesn't mean a hero doesn't help the world and make it a better place. A hero's job isn't over as soon all the devils were gone. The devils are never completely gone, there's always going to be a few out there!' The more ambitious side of him argued, not allowing his dream to be crushed.
Walking down the stairs, Bowie found Sir Astral, muttering something about the storm the night before and sensing evil. Watching a messenger enter the room, he and Astral spoke quickly, then he fled the room in direction of the Granseal castle.
"Where do you think he was headed?" Sarah asked as soon as he had climbed the stairs and told the priest and centaur.
"Castle?" Chester suggested.
"Then we need to go there." She told the two boldly.
"How are we supposed to get in? We're just a bunch of kids." The green-haired centaur questioned.
"Just wait, I have a plan." Sarah answered.
The swordsman's mind began to wonder. Maybe it had something to do with devils and demons and they would get to fight. Well, maybe someday, anyway.
A/N- Nothing really to say. This is my first fanfic under this name. I have another one out, but none of you peoples cared to review. Maybe it's some secret grudge against me. Maybe if I get a new name, all you /nice/ people will review. Maybe you should just review my first story, "Revenge of the Murder", I will even accept flames, you won't hurt my feelings.
Oh, yeah, the dialogue isn't exact, I haven't played the beginning in a while, but from what I can gather from other web sites, it's pretty damn close.
One more thing. Like I said in my other fic, I say that Max from Shining Force one is the father of Bowie from Shining Force two. I still don't care what "Moogie's Ultimate Shining Force Guide" says, I've never played "Shining Force: Final Conflict", I have almost no idea who Ian is, again I'm just going to make it easier and use Max and Bowie, so don't even waste your time flaming me about this issue, I already know.
Ch 1- Maybe One Day
Bowie cracked his eyes open, expecting to see the usual blast of blinding saffron light pouring through his window.
But the only things to greet him were leaden clouds that held the threat of rain.
Dragging himself out of the warm folds of his bed, he trudged to the window. It was cool to the touch, and heavily laced with drops of water.
Somewhere in his groggy mind, he could remember the storm the night before. The angry pounding of water against the brick homes, the furious thunder reverberating, and the flashing bleached lighting that seemed to split the sky.
Pulling on his apparel, the scurried down the stairs. His mind was still fuzzy from the lack of sleep, his motions still laggard.
"Bowie, hurry to school!" His mother exclaimed, "Sarah and Chester are waiting for you." Then her voice softened slightly, "did the storm wake you?"
"No," he lied drowsily. Of course the storm had woken him. Why would he be so enervated if it hadn't?
"Oh, well, that's good. Well, good-bye now."
"Bye," he murmured.
Rubbing his eyes, he stepped over the threshold, setting in the direction of school. He watched the townspeople of Grandseal go about their daily tasks.
'What a dull town," he thought, "why doesn't anything ever happen?"
Treading across the soggy ground, he thought about ditching school for the day. He could see almost no reason to go. He would never become anything more than a swordsman, and he would never need to. Not in this irksome little town.
And anyway, he was in no way good at magic. That's what Sarah was there for. To do magic and make him look stupid. Bowie was only good at one spell, Egress, and that wouldn't be any use to him either.
Sighing, he turned into the classroom to see Chester and Sarah already seated. Bowie would never understand Sarah. She was the same age as him, but she was training to become a vicar, and considering a career as a master monk. What kind of life would that be? Yeah, that would sure be an exciting job. Heal people. Okay, that was important too, but where was the action? While the priest would be busy conducting auras and heals and what not, Bowie would be out saving the world, as a hero, just like his father, Max.
Well, maybe not. That was nothing but a dream. He knew Sarah was taking the adroit path and chasing a dream that could actually come true. She was planning to do something with her life that would help people and make the world a better place, a job that wouldn't be over as soon as all the demons were gone.
'That doesn't mean a hero doesn't help the world and make it a better place. A hero's job isn't over as soon all the devils were gone. The devils are never completely gone, there's always going to be a few out there!' The more ambitious side of him argued, not allowing his dream to be crushed.
Walking down the stairs, Bowie found Sir Astral, muttering something about the storm the night before and sensing evil. Watching a messenger enter the room, he and Astral spoke quickly, then he fled the room in direction of the Granseal castle.
"Where do you think he was headed?" Sarah asked as soon as he had climbed the stairs and told the priest and centaur.
"Castle?" Chester suggested.
"Then we need to go there." She told the two boldly.
"How are we supposed to get in? We're just a bunch of kids." The green-haired centaur questioned.
"Just wait, I have a plan." Sarah answered.
The swordsman's mind began to wonder. Maybe it had something to do with devils and demons and they would get to fight. Well, maybe someday, anyway.