Twilights of Time
Disclaimer - I don't own anything except maybe the idea behind the story. ^_^;
A/N - This is an AU with a medieval-fantasy setting. There will be characters from FFX also
but I don't think that it's really much of a crossover. I can't really say I will follow how the
characters really are e.g. Squall as the lone wolf. In any case, have fun reading this
fanfic.
Prologue
" Squall Leonhart, First born of High King Laguna Loire, Commander of the First-Strike, heir to the Throne of Blades...and countless other titles," spat the so-called Guardian. Squall was manacled to a wall. Stripped to his waist, his arms and head hung limply as the Guardian kneed him in the abdomen again and again. When the man finally stopped, blood dripped from the corner of Squall's mouth.
For countless hours, Squall had hung there getting beaten, tortured, and hurt in every possible way. At the beginning, Squall struggled and fought against them but finally realized that it would only waste his energy and strength. Escape would come only once and he would not waste that chance.
Sudden pain on his chest drew Squall out of his thoughts. With a shout of pain, Squall felt cold serrated steel drag across his chest. The slow flow of blood coming out of his wounds weakened him even more. Squall looked at the man who did that. Eyes filled with fury and death took in the figure of a small scrawny man with greasy hair and a madman's grin.
" Scalob, unchain him. We must bring him to the future heir," said the leader, a burly muscled man. " Here, put this on him," and throwed a long brown tattered robe at Scalob. Squall collapsed when the manacles were unlocked. Grabbing a fistful of Squalls hair, Scalob forced Squall to stand and roughly forced down the robe on Squall.
Unwashed sweat from the cloth burned Squalls wounds. Coughing blood, he was bound and forced to walk to Outer Balcony located at the bottom of the castle. The sound of waves pounded at Squall's ears. The balcony was used when prisoners near the dungeon died and instead of giving them burial, they were tossed out to sea. The torches here could not pierce the darkness completely and dark winds made fire slither as if alive.
" Squall, my beloved half brother. How nice of you to come and pay proper respects to me, your future king." That voice belonged to Seifer Almasy, the half brother of Squall Leonhart. " I promise you Squall, brother, that you will not be hurt if you sign this. You will renounce your claim to the throne and deny who you are. You will walk free if you do this."
Squall looked up at his half brother. Wearing a long white trench coat with a sigil of a red cross, he looked every bit the commander of the Knights. He was slightly older than Squall though not by much. It was because of his greed and over-ambition that Laguna chose Squall over him as successor.
(For years we have laughed together, trained together and now you betray me and for that you will pay, brother. I promise.)
" Never...." Squall said, the light of pride never leaving his eyes. Seifer smiled. " I knew you would say that. Hah, that's why I had my Guardian's prepare something for you." With a prick of a needle, Squall's arms felt numb and weak.
Squall realized that he could not control his arms. Scalob took his right wrist, put a pen in it, gripped it hard and began to sign in his hand. Squall sneered, " No one will believe you that I signed it." . "I think they will " replied Seifer " Council of Power, have you now witnessed the denouncement of Squall Leonharts claim to the throne?"
Squall's eyes widened in shock. Out from the shadows emerged 7 people. The leader, a wizened old man, announced " Yes, we have witnessed and so shall it be."
"Now brother you don't seem to have much use now. And because you could not bare the duty of the crown and throne you were ashamed and so took your life instead." Seifer looked thoughtful as if forgetting something. With a flick of his hand, a knife appeared in his hand. With a slice fast and deadly, blood stung Squall's eyes. A deep slash had cut across his face.
"You look better" Seifer said in a strangely cheerful tone. Turning to his Guardians, "kill him. And toss the body to sea. Councilors, come we will discuss matters that are at hand." With a last look at Squall he turned and walked away.
The leader, took out a dagger and was about to slit Squalls throat when Squall charged straight to him. The leader managed to sidestep and tried to grab at Squall but Squall felt the wind whip at his face as he jumped out to sea.
A/N : If you would like to ask any questions about anything at all feel free to email me. Merry Chrstmas and a Happy New Year all, have fun.
Disclaimer - I don't own anything except maybe the idea behind the story. ^_^;
A/N - This is an AU with a medieval-fantasy setting. There will be characters from FFX also
but I don't think that it's really much of a crossover. I can't really say I will follow how the
characters really are e.g. Squall as the lone wolf. In any case, have fun reading this
fanfic.
Prologue
" Squall Leonhart, First born of High King Laguna Loire, Commander of the First-Strike, heir to the Throne of Blades...and countless other titles," spat the so-called Guardian. Squall was manacled to a wall. Stripped to his waist, his arms and head hung limply as the Guardian kneed him in the abdomen again and again. When the man finally stopped, blood dripped from the corner of Squall's mouth.
For countless hours, Squall had hung there getting beaten, tortured, and hurt in every possible way. At the beginning, Squall struggled and fought against them but finally realized that it would only waste his energy and strength. Escape would come only once and he would not waste that chance.
Sudden pain on his chest drew Squall out of his thoughts. With a shout of pain, Squall felt cold serrated steel drag across his chest. The slow flow of blood coming out of his wounds weakened him even more. Squall looked at the man who did that. Eyes filled with fury and death took in the figure of a small scrawny man with greasy hair and a madman's grin.
" Scalob, unchain him. We must bring him to the future heir," said the leader, a burly muscled man. " Here, put this on him," and throwed a long brown tattered robe at Scalob. Squall collapsed when the manacles were unlocked. Grabbing a fistful of Squalls hair, Scalob forced Squall to stand and roughly forced down the robe on Squall.
Unwashed sweat from the cloth burned Squalls wounds. Coughing blood, he was bound and forced to walk to Outer Balcony located at the bottom of the castle. The sound of waves pounded at Squall's ears. The balcony was used when prisoners near the dungeon died and instead of giving them burial, they were tossed out to sea. The torches here could not pierce the darkness completely and dark winds made fire slither as if alive.
" Squall, my beloved half brother. How nice of you to come and pay proper respects to me, your future king." That voice belonged to Seifer Almasy, the half brother of Squall Leonhart. " I promise you Squall, brother, that you will not be hurt if you sign this. You will renounce your claim to the throne and deny who you are. You will walk free if you do this."
Squall looked up at his half brother. Wearing a long white trench coat with a sigil of a red cross, he looked every bit the commander of the Knights. He was slightly older than Squall though not by much. It was because of his greed and over-ambition that Laguna chose Squall over him as successor.
(For years we have laughed together, trained together and now you betray me and for that you will pay, brother. I promise.)
" Never...." Squall said, the light of pride never leaving his eyes. Seifer smiled. " I knew you would say that. Hah, that's why I had my Guardian's prepare something for you." With a prick of a needle, Squall's arms felt numb and weak.
Squall realized that he could not control his arms. Scalob took his right wrist, put a pen in it, gripped it hard and began to sign in his hand. Squall sneered, " No one will believe you that I signed it." . "I think they will " replied Seifer " Council of Power, have you now witnessed the denouncement of Squall Leonharts claim to the throne?"
Squall's eyes widened in shock. Out from the shadows emerged 7 people. The leader, a wizened old man, announced " Yes, we have witnessed and so shall it be."
"Now brother you don't seem to have much use now. And because you could not bare the duty of the crown and throne you were ashamed and so took your life instead." Seifer looked thoughtful as if forgetting something. With a flick of his hand, a knife appeared in his hand. With a slice fast and deadly, blood stung Squall's eyes. A deep slash had cut across his face.
"You look better" Seifer said in a strangely cheerful tone. Turning to his Guardians, "kill him. And toss the body to sea. Councilors, come we will discuss matters that are at hand." With a last look at Squall he turned and walked away.
The leader, took out a dagger and was about to slit Squalls throat when Squall charged straight to him. The leader managed to sidestep and tried to grab at Squall but Squall felt the wind whip at his face as he jumped out to sea.
A/N : If you would like to ask any questions about anything at all feel free to email me. Merry Chrstmas and a Happy New Year all, have fun.