Introduction
Ok, this here is a very strange fanfic that is based on a comical "manga" that my friend and I created. That comic was based on the summons/aeons from the final fantasy series. (If you haven't played most of the later final fantasies, you might not understand everything.) It was about the sons and daughters of the summons/aeons and how they lived in their own little happy dimension. Now this comic didn't have a shred of drama in it, or darkness, or seriousness. But I thought it would be interesting to turn this into a more dramatic story or something. Anyway, if it sounds interesting, I'll leave you to it. If not, run. Run FAR AWAY. (heehee^^)
Ok. On with the story!
Chapter one
Hazel dashed through the hallways, her breathing short and fast. She was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of her new school, "Sanari's school for the summons." She nearly slipped and fell on the smooth, marble floor as she made a sharp turn in mid-run, hoping and praying that this would be the hallway her class (which she was now extremely late for.). Hazel was prone to slipping often- she didn't have half the grace of her beautiful mother, Shiva. Her long, deep blue hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail, brushed gently against her bare back of snow-white skin. Her blue stripes on her alabaster body almost gave her the look of a Siberian tigeress chasing down its prey (with less than half the poise); she was increasing her speed by the second.
But as the minutes went by, she began to slow down; there was no point in running. Now matter how fast she ran her sense of direction would never improve. (Besides, she was out of breath.) She slowed her a pace down to a plod, and looked carefully at the numbers on the classrooms to see if she could find hers.
As the slowed down, she had given her self the chance to take a good look around her surroundings. It was like a museum, she thought. She stopped completely; She was going to be late anyway, so why not make a small pit stop? She opened her amber eyes all the way and gazed around, with a fascinated expression on her lively face,
The hallway she was in hardly the most astonishing place in the academy. But for someone who had never tread about the campus before, it was quite a breath-taking sight. The walls were a smooth crystal; ancient symbols of eons past were encrypted into the walls. The ceiling , however , was jagged and rough; gave one the feeling that they were inside of a diamond from the way that it was shaped. It was almost blinding when one looked up at it in the daylight. The way the ceiling bent the light created a dazzling pattern on the floor that Hazel could only gaze at in awe. She turned around slowly to find ancient artifacts and weapons that her ancestors used. She wondered absentmindedly if her father, Odin, had ever used one of these blades, perhaps maybe his father before him. She pondered this for a moment.
But there was one thing that she did not predict. She didn't even see it, but rather felt it. She suddenly stopped in the middle of her turn, and simply stood there, completely motionless. She didn't really understand why, but she gently closed her eyes. She felt a strange urge to walk over in a particular direction, and slowly, ever so slowly, turned around, slowly, and then took a step, and glided to the east of the room. Something was calling her,her eyes still sealed shut by a strange hypnotism.
"Miss?" a concerned voice suddenly jerked hazel out of her trance, like she had suddenly plunged into a frigid lake. The voice continued to speak. "What are you doing? You should be in class.are you alright?" Hazel blushed uncontrollably. "Yes! I'm fine! I.I." she bowed repeatedly in submission to someone who seemed to be an instructor. "I got lost, and then.and then.I felt something strange.I'm sorry! You see, I'm new and I don't know where anything is and I -" but before she could finish her sentence the instructor help up her hand. "Slow down, slow down! It's all right. You must be Hazel. You're new here, are you not? I heard about your arrival." This confused Hazel. "How do you know my name?" She blurted out. The instructor only smiled. "You look and act exactly like your mother when she was your age." Hazel blushed. She was nothing like her mother. Her mother was so composed and collected; the exact opposite of Hazel. Was she really like her mother? Or even stranger- was her mother ever like HER? Scary thought. "How do you know my mother?" Hazel asked. The instructor smiled again. " We used to go to this academy together, she and I. But, we grew apart and went our separate ways as the years slowly lead us away from each other." The instructor suddenly got a glazed looked on her face, but soon shoke her head and returned to her normal self. " Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ramble about my past. My name is Siren. What are you looking for?" Finally! Someone hazel could talk to! " Well, I just transferred here from the primary academy, so I don't know where anything is. I'm looking for," She examined her schedule. "Ezgrek. (A foreign language to the summons and aeons of this area) do you know where that is?" Siren laughed. "That's my class! Good thing we ran into each other. Come with me." Siren led Hazel on through the hallway. But Hazel couldn't relax.. What was that feeling, that reverie she had found herself in before Siren had pulled her out? She had to ask, even if she couldn't get an answer. "Siren?" Siren turned to face Hazel. "Yes?" "I felt something strange, like a deep sleep taking over me and, " Hazel drifted off. "Oh, that, " Siren had a strange look on her face, half curiosity, and half concern. " You aren't the first one this has happened to. Don't worry about it." This was all Hazel had to hear to get this off her back; she wanted it out of her mind, for this feeling had scared her. Despite the expression Siren had on her face, she didn't care. Anything to chase her fears away.
As the two neared the crystal, gem-studded door to the Ezgrek room. Hazel became less and less worried and more and more excited. She got to be with her friends in their new, secondary school! She lightheartedly trotted after Siren. As Siren lay her hand on the door to open it, the said one last thing to Hazel before they entered. "Oh, and please call me Ms. Siren. I'm still your instructor, you know." She said kindly. " Of course!" Hazel agreed. She walked into the classroom to begin her first day here.
And that's the end of chapter one! I hoped you like it, as strange and corny, as I know it was. And yes, the trance is going somewhere! But you'll have to read the next chapter to find out! Mwahaha! Now I have your FORCED attention! Well, not really.but that's not the point!
Oh, some happy little author's notes before you go on (if you choose to):
Primary Academy and secondary academy- ok, here's how the school system works. The primary academy is like elementary school, and secondary school is like middle school. 'nuff said, ne?
Shiva- for those that don't know, she is the goddess of ice. I think she appears as a summon/aeon in every final fantasy so far.
Odin- Hazels father, who is a summon on Final fantasy seven and nine, I believe. Correct me if I'm wrong. (I'm only using summons/aeons from Final fantasy 7-10, btw,^^)
Siren- From final fantasy eight. She's supposed to be the exact opposite of my scaaaaaary French teacher. Siren is young, beautiful, and kind while my French teacher is Old, crabby, and slightly..krusty. *Wince*
Ok! Enough of my meaningless babbling! Onto chapter two!
Ok, this here is a very strange fanfic that is based on a comical "manga" that my friend and I created. That comic was based on the summons/aeons from the final fantasy series. (If you haven't played most of the later final fantasies, you might not understand everything.) It was about the sons and daughters of the summons/aeons and how they lived in their own little happy dimension. Now this comic didn't have a shred of drama in it, or darkness, or seriousness. But I thought it would be interesting to turn this into a more dramatic story or something. Anyway, if it sounds interesting, I'll leave you to it. If not, run. Run FAR AWAY. (heehee^^)
Ok. On with the story!
Chapter one
Hazel dashed through the hallways, her breathing short and fast. She was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of her new school, "Sanari's school for the summons." She nearly slipped and fell on the smooth, marble floor as she made a sharp turn in mid-run, hoping and praying that this would be the hallway her class (which she was now extremely late for.). Hazel was prone to slipping often- she didn't have half the grace of her beautiful mother, Shiva. Her long, deep blue hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail, brushed gently against her bare back of snow-white skin. Her blue stripes on her alabaster body almost gave her the look of a Siberian tigeress chasing down its prey (with less than half the poise); she was increasing her speed by the second.
But as the minutes went by, she began to slow down; there was no point in running. Now matter how fast she ran her sense of direction would never improve. (Besides, she was out of breath.) She slowed her a pace down to a plod, and looked carefully at the numbers on the classrooms to see if she could find hers.
As the slowed down, she had given her self the chance to take a good look around her surroundings. It was like a museum, she thought. She stopped completely; She was going to be late anyway, so why not make a small pit stop? She opened her amber eyes all the way and gazed around, with a fascinated expression on her lively face,
The hallway she was in hardly the most astonishing place in the academy. But for someone who had never tread about the campus before, it was quite a breath-taking sight. The walls were a smooth crystal; ancient symbols of eons past were encrypted into the walls. The ceiling , however , was jagged and rough; gave one the feeling that they were inside of a diamond from the way that it was shaped. It was almost blinding when one looked up at it in the daylight. The way the ceiling bent the light created a dazzling pattern on the floor that Hazel could only gaze at in awe. She turned around slowly to find ancient artifacts and weapons that her ancestors used. She wondered absentmindedly if her father, Odin, had ever used one of these blades, perhaps maybe his father before him. She pondered this for a moment.
But there was one thing that she did not predict. She didn't even see it, but rather felt it. She suddenly stopped in the middle of her turn, and simply stood there, completely motionless. She didn't really understand why, but she gently closed her eyes. She felt a strange urge to walk over in a particular direction, and slowly, ever so slowly, turned around, slowly, and then took a step, and glided to the east of the room. Something was calling her,her eyes still sealed shut by a strange hypnotism.
"Miss?" a concerned voice suddenly jerked hazel out of her trance, like she had suddenly plunged into a frigid lake. The voice continued to speak. "What are you doing? You should be in class.are you alright?" Hazel blushed uncontrollably. "Yes! I'm fine! I.I." she bowed repeatedly in submission to someone who seemed to be an instructor. "I got lost, and then.and then.I felt something strange.I'm sorry! You see, I'm new and I don't know where anything is and I -" but before she could finish her sentence the instructor help up her hand. "Slow down, slow down! It's all right. You must be Hazel. You're new here, are you not? I heard about your arrival." This confused Hazel. "How do you know my name?" She blurted out. The instructor only smiled. "You look and act exactly like your mother when she was your age." Hazel blushed. She was nothing like her mother. Her mother was so composed and collected; the exact opposite of Hazel. Was she really like her mother? Or even stranger- was her mother ever like HER? Scary thought. "How do you know my mother?" Hazel asked. The instructor smiled again. " We used to go to this academy together, she and I. But, we grew apart and went our separate ways as the years slowly lead us away from each other." The instructor suddenly got a glazed looked on her face, but soon shoke her head and returned to her normal self. " Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ramble about my past. My name is Siren. What are you looking for?" Finally! Someone hazel could talk to! " Well, I just transferred here from the primary academy, so I don't know where anything is. I'm looking for," She examined her schedule. "Ezgrek. (A foreign language to the summons and aeons of this area) do you know where that is?" Siren laughed. "That's my class! Good thing we ran into each other. Come with me." Siren led Hazel on through the hallway. But Hazel couldn't relax.. What was that feeling, that reverie she had found herself in before Siren had pulled her out? She had to ask, even if she couldn't get an answer. "Siren?" Siren turned to face Hazel. "Yes?" "I felt something strange, like a deep sleep taking over me and, " Hazel drifted off. "Oh, that, " Siren had a strange look on her face, half curiosity, and half concern. " You aren't the first one this has happened to. Don't worry about it." This was all Hazel had to hear to get this off her back; she wanted it out of her mind, for this feeling had scared her. Despite the expression Siren had on her face, she didn't care. Anything to chase her fears away.
As the two neared the crystal, gem-studded door to the Ezgrek room. Hazel became less and less worried and more and more excited. She got to be with her friends in their new, secondary school! She lightheartedly trotted after Siren. As Siren lay her hand on the door to open it, the said one last thing to Hazel before they entered. "Oh, and please call me Ms. Siren. I'm still your instructor, you know." She said kindly. " Of course!" Hazel agreed. She walked into the classroom to begin her first day here.
And that's the end of chapter one! I hoped you like it, as strange and corny, as I know it was. And yes, the trance is going somewhere! But you'll have to read the next chapter to find out! Mwahaha! Now I have your FORCED attention! Well, not really.but that's not the point!
Oh, some happy little author's notes before you go on (if you choose to):
Primary Academy and secondary academy- ok, here's how the school system works. The primary academy is like elementary school, and secondary school is like middle school. 'nuff said, ne?
Shiva- for those that don't know, she is the goddess of ice. I think she appears as a summon/aeon in every final fantasy so far.
Odin- Hazels father, who is a summon on Final fantasy seven and nine, I believe. Correct me if I'm wrong. (I'm only using summons/aeons from Final fantasy 7-10, btw,^^)
Siren- From final fantasy eight. She's supposed to be the exact opposite of my scaaaaaary French teacher. Siren is young, beautiful, and kind while my French teacher is Old, crabby, and slightly..krusty. *Wince*
Ok! Enough of my meaningless babbling! Onto chapter two!