Sweet Dreams
PG-13 for violence/language
Genre:: Angst
Disclaimer:: This is going to be a Faust VII and Eliza fanfiction. I don't care if it's stupid, I'm bored.
Thunder pounded against the walls, rain splashed against the windows. A lone figure poured over a manuscript, written 500 years ago, by Dr. Faust. And next to him was his beloved wife, Eliza, who was clearly dead. Hour after hour, he studied the pages written by his ancestor; hour after hour he practiced necromancy. Hour after hour, it had become like a ritual, but now, it was an obsession.
"Nein! Eliza! You will live again. My beloved....." the lone figure yelled, his fist slamming upon the many papers and documents. Day after day, he didn't rest, didn't sleep until one day, finally, she awoke.
"Yes! My Eliza! She lives!" he screamed as his beloved rose in the air, almost as lifeless as she was before. But this had wrought a new dream, a new idea into the doctor's head. Dr. Faust had fought to be Shaman King, a person who was one with the Great Spirit. Day after day, he worked to raise up armies of skeletons to use. He was determined to become Shaman King to see his beloved's face again. "Yes, that's what I'll do. Sie Wird Leben! I'll become Shaman King, and she'll live again!"
"My dear Eliza, Sie werden leben. You will live again." He said, his beautiful Eliza floating before him. "I, Faust Viii, will become Shaman King! I will have you in my life again. You will live to see the sun. I will not loose a battle to death! Ich kann nicht! She will live again! My dear Eliza...."
Please R&R and I'll be happy. I wrote this out of sheer boredom. And I know it's really short, it was meant that way. Anyway, please R&R and maybe I'll think about continuing with it. Love ya'll!