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A Ragnarok On-Line Fan Fiction
"Falling for Hellish Eyes"
By Bloody Priestess
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Summary: Assassin Cross x Priestess. They couldn't be anymore different, yet that difference bonded them as childhood best friends but now the difference of their jobs, stand in life, and feuding guilds thwart the blooming fondness for one another.
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Authoress' Notes: (09/19/05) Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a Philippine Ragnarok On-Line Player—to be specific in the server of LOKI. Err, I also have some characters in Sara and Lydia but I'm very much concentrating on my LOKI characters.
I don't own the game (which by the way, totally ROks!), the elements, the jobs, and places mentioned in this fan fiction but what I DO own is the story's plot and characters.
I will try to make this fiction as true to the MMORPG Game we all love!
Please R&R, thank you in advance! ROk on!
The funny thing that happened as I was writing this fiction (really now, funny?), specifically this chapter, was that my WINAMP was playing some Ragnarok BMG, LOL! That was pretty inspiring… Hehehe!
/kis2
Chapter One: Before Everything Else
She was born on a chilly autumn's afternoon. She was born into this world a seraph of a baby with her stunning silver eyes, rosy cheeks and healthy nature. With these attributes, she effortlessly prevailed as the bodily personification of the celestial beings bards sing all the time…
But the child's beauty came with a price for the Gods were petty and jealous that was past any mortal comprehension. In return for all she was born with, she had to give up her mother to death.
The locals of Alberta, of where she was born, called her astounding loveliness, "The Compromise to Freija, the Goddess of Beauty".
But that was only the beginning of the compromises she yet had to pay…
Her merchant father, Deus named her Adrienne. Although her name meant dark, she was the all the light of the world to him. Deus would practically do anything for his beloved daughter.
One day, when Adrienne was only less than a week old, he packed up all of his goods and fitted it all in a cart. He left the place of his birth to roam all over Rune-Midgard, sell-off his merchandise and never looked back.
Villagers whispered tales of how he could not bear memories of his late wife whilst within the town. With his midnight-blue haired daughter always close by, they could only murmur about the torment he endured. And this was how he was to be remembered by his patrons—a handsome middle-aged father and his stunning little daughter.
Her first memories were of towering stately trees then of magnificent castles, people bargaining with her father… But they never stayed in one place for too long. By the time she was able to make friends, they'd move ahead to the next town or to the next towns' dungeon where her father's supplies were always in demand.
The consequence, her early days were lonesome for companionship from those of the same age as she… But she was never embittered. She'd face the change with an even bigger smile than before… for she knew: Father will always be there.
She was only four autumns (or years) when she and her father first moved into the Swordsman capital of Izlude. By such time her father, Deus already established a prominent reputation and his moneybag expanded with hard-earned zennies. Finally, Deus need not roam so frequently. And so they settled, for the longest time Adrienne could remember. Her effervescent spirit could not be any happier.
Izlude. This was the small, humble town where her best friend-to-be was born and reared in all of the six years of his life…
He was born during a raging storm just as winter was dying to give way to spring. As the lighting streaked the darken skies and thunder bellowed its mighty voice, he was not to be out done. He screamed his way into existence, demanding the world to know that he had arrived.
He's a proud little thing, his mother thought gazing on a small bundle of life resting on her bosom, brushing the shabby yet clean cloth her son was wrapped in. Just like… No. She shook the comparison aside… for too many painful emotions reside there.
The gray, portly midwife looked at the sweet young mother and her son with concern. How would they manage? But her aged voice belied nothing, "What shall you name 'im, m'dear?"
His mother whispered, "Zachary." She had noticed for the first time that her newborn son had silver hair.
Her exquisite dark blue-violet eyes met his, for the first time. And they were as pitilessly dark as the skies outside. A chill ran through Margo Reith's being.
Heavens, she prayed silently, bless my son all the strength you never bestowed upon me.
His mother waited. But the Gods remained heartlessly silent.
And so, his first memories were of his home's leaky roof and strange, strange people always coming and going. There were nice people, mean people, some were garbed in their finest clothing, and some other was in their shabbiest. Some were old, others young, some were handsome and beautiful, others had faces only their mother could love. There were always people about the house… but they never stayed long.
There was absolutely little to no chance of really talking and getting attached to them. So, Zachary, from an early age learned to distanced himself. Silence became a dear and well-known companion. And with that came his uncanny skill to listen and hear beyond words spoken— he learned to listen and hear the minutest of sounds, from the quickening of the heart to the gentle rustle in the wind that heralded company.
He was his mother's little helper, ever since he could remember. Despite the adversity that seemed to be the only and constant companion, his mother managed to keep a smile plastered on her pretty yet pale, drawn face…
But he knew better. Some nights, whenever his mother thought he was fast asleep… She cried silently.
At first he did not understand why… he thought it was his fault. After noticing that his mother would cry harder on those days when she seemed to be in her happiest of dispositions. He, at the tender age of three, inferred that it was best to stay mediocre in the state of happiness—for it was really hard to fall from such a high to such a godforsaken low if you've never been in such a high in the first place. By staying mediocre, disappointments did not seem to hurt has much.
Zachary never met his father. His mother always told him, he was a handsome man, so noble and that he died. His little head overflowed with questions but would never press for more answers… Because later that night— his lovely, darling mother would cry her hardest.
Being quite the resourceful little "man" that he was, he tried to acquire information from their neighbors but they seemed to know nothing. Matter of fact, they do not seem to know much about his mother…
Curious…
His early days were spent outside the humble inn, he and his mother own, advertising it. He was told that he need not to. But… he wanted to. The feeling of worthlessness never left him… it was the only thing he thought he could do for the mother he loved so fiercely. In his own little way, he protected his mother in silence—and she protected him from her melancholy.
Destiny would have the two young novices meet under a fruit stall in the southwestern part of Izlude town.
She just got mugged and he came to her rescue—although he was NOT able to subdue the wicked Rogue—he did managed to rescue her from shedding embittered tears.
She was tremendously grateful and he was bloated with self-worth. It wasn't very often he was praised and thanked for his interest to butt-into matters that didn't concern him.
She smiled up at him, her eyes bright with newly ceased tears. With that he realized, he had the competence to ensue happiness in other people… regardless of what have been held against him.
And as young as they were, they did not recognize that reality they each found not 'just a friend', but 'the friend' to fill the hollow void that was already present in their lonesome, young lives.
Ever since then, they became inseparable.
There in Izlude, Aid, Adrienne Luex was remembered to have the sweetest, most compassionate, and friendliest temperament. As well as the most erratic (yet endearing) mood swings and the wittiest retort a child could have. Everyone who met Aid easily was enchanted with her. She was very known to have the darkest midnight blue hair and the lightest pair of gray eyes.
People would say that they were so pale that at first glance some would say she has the darkest shade of green like that of the dense green trees in the Payon Forest as they see her under the trees' shade playing 'Climb like a Yoyo' with Zach.
Soon after another would claim she had clear, blue eyes like that of the pristine blue sky hovering over the grand city of Prontera as he saw her by the blue waters of Izlude Harbor sweetly waving good-bye to random adventurers headed for Byalan Island or to her father's home city of Alberta, again with Zach.
And another declared, she had eyes hued molten gold like that of the scorching barren desert of Morroc as he saw her running down the shady wooden bridge entrance of Izlude City with Zach chasing her in a game of tag…
All these different colors of her eyes were drawn—it was because her stunning eyes reflected the color of her surroundings… A rare article… much to pride of her father as he was always praised for having such a stunning child… She was quite the splitting image of her departed mother, much to his bittersweet joy.
And her best friend, Zach, Zachary Reith was known to be the most composed, self-possessed and solitary child the eyes of Izlude would ever see again. He hid from the worlds prying eyes his quick intellect and venerable nature under the cloak of silence and façade of indifference. He was remembered to have had a shocking mane of silver hair and the most ardent set of dark, dark blue eyes…
Nothing would seem to infuriate the young boy. He always had his head in clouds and both feet on the ground. Despite his outward sereneness, he was a kid through and through… His demons always at bay whenever Aid was in close proximity.
Often put through Aid's bidding, given that the girl would cry if he didn't… like any male, he would rant, complain and drag his feet… But in where it counted, Zach was glad to oblige.
He and Aid were opposites— yet they complemented each other in everything and perfectly.
They were then known as the 'Inseparable Aid and Zach'. And they were the best of friends.
Time would have it when she just turned twelve and he, was thirteen, came that instance for one to obtain their first job. In Aid's case, as an acolyte—such an aspiration imply she had to leave for Prontera with her father… to begin her journey.
With a simple wave, she and Zach bid farewell to one another. And in the midst of the tears in her eyes that down rolled upon her pretty, pastel-hued face, she tossed him one of her gold-hoop earrings right off her person.
"Keep them to remember me by!" She called out as she and her father disappeared through a portal.
Zach looked on for a moment longer, his eyes painfully dry—although it was tearing him up from inside he knew he must NOT cry.
Boys don't cry.
'Twas his mother words—the very last words of a dying woman spoken as she lay limp and fragile upon the humble inn room they owned. Late last night, she was taken to bed for a terrible headache that had accompanied a fever. And after a night of restlessness, just before the sun rose, she had peacefully fallen asleep and never woke up. The physician had no diagnosis for the demise of his mother. All he said was that, his mother was never truly well to begin with. Frail, he called her.
Zach could not bring himself to tell his best friend of his mother's state… for he didn't want to taint their parting with more tears. Zachary had enough for fruitless tears to last him a lifetime.
Futile, he thought as he walked back home to bury his mother with the memory of Aids tears, The wretched girl cried anyway! That's just like her to always wear her heart in her sleeve. The thought fell upon him in a bittersweet wave of emotions he could not decipher or dare to feel.
I'll miss you, Luex. He finally permitted himself to say.
My best… only friend.
They were the best of friends.
Were.
Therefore, they are not any more.
We hold 'changes' liable for that.
"The end of all meetings, parting… The end of all striving, peace."
End of Chapter One
Authoress' Notes: Ei, ei there… Well, this chapter's like, an introduction—somewhat meant to be a teaser. Hee, in one way or another I sense this chapter isn't that good but I assure you that things get complex and interesting as the story progress—so just hang tight, okay guys?
Thanks for taking time to read this, I really appreciate it.
God bless you in all your endeavors of this life!
Until the next chapter… See yah! Ü!