This is my very first fanfic. Dictionary is involved (my English isn't
very good). Hope you enjoy my story. Pls R&R.
Disclaimers: I do not own any one from FF9. The only things I own are the characters I created myself. So don't sue me, OK?
The Chosen One - Prologue
The story took place one year after the game.
Chanting was heard echoing through the cold, slimy walls of the mines. Deep down the tunnels of an abandoned underground mine, a ritual was held. A magical circle was drawn and 13 hooded people stood at their prospective position on the circle. At the center of the circle, a bonfire was prepared and lighted up. The light of the bonfire lit up the entire area, revealing complicated networks of scaffolds erected by generations of miners before they abandoned these mines. Beside the bonfire stood a man. He was hooded as well and had strange markings imprinted onto his cloak. He was murmuring something under his breath and after he finished, he threw a handful of strange-colored dust into the flames. The red flames exploded and turned into black roaring fire.
" The time has finally come," the hooded men exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see through them, he continued, " The Seven Stars has finally moved into position. Hurry! Bring the girl in!" He signaled to the two hooded guards. They entered one of the mines' many entrances and returned with a teenager. They dragged her to the center of the circle and tied her onto a cross, which was set up earlier in front of the fire. Her hair was messy, her clothes were torn and her feet were badly lacerated by the long hours of walking through the tunnels. Her head was hanging heavily on her neck ----- she was drugged.
" Let the ritual begin," the man commanded. The 13 people started to recite a different chant in a language on ordinary man know. He moved nearer to the black flames and chanted a spell. Then, an unusual wind ----- a wind which sent chills down people's spine ----- stirred in the mines. The black flames grew bigger and burned fiercer than usual. A few moments later when the flames subsided, a gate, made out of human bones, was appeared. The bloody-looking door cracked opened in front of the girl. Purplish-black smoke came out of the opened gate and surrounded the girl.
Slowly, the smoke began to take shape. It was-- an outline of a woman. The onlookers watched with fear and amazement as the smoke danced around the girl. Then, it stopped abruptly facing girl. Very swiftly, the spirit's smoky hand reached in the girl's chest. The girl suddenly woke up. She felt excruciating pain coursing through her veins and nerves. She struggled for air as if she was suffocating. Then, the spirit removed its hand from the girl's chest and held out a whit shiny ball ----- the girl's soul. The body hung limply on the cross.
The spirit turned to see the gate closing. Before it completely closes, the spirit threw the ball into the gate, sending the girl's soul into Eternal Hell. The gate then vaporized and disappeared. The smoke laughed but no sound was heard from it. It turned and faced the body, moved into position as the body was and fused with it. The bystanders waited and watched. She wasn't moving. Then, the ropes and the cross were magically burned away and the limped body fell into the ground.
The woman lay on the cold hard floor to a few seconds before she slowly stumbled onto her feet. She watched her fingers moved in front of the face, looking amazed, as if this was the first time she saw her fingers moved. Then, she touched her own face, feeling the warmth of the skin and flesh. She smiled. Her lips cracked into mirthless laughter. The man beside the bonfire knelt before her, so as the 13 hooded people and the two guards.
" Welcome back, my queen," he said respectfully.
The woman looked at him and commented, " You did well, Aspen. 3000 years has passed but your loyalty did not disappoint me," then she looked at the others and continued, " With this new body, I shall bring darkness to this world again. AHAHAHAHA!" Her eerie, high-pitched laughter echoed through the ghostly mines.
The atmosphere in the temple was uneasy. The Four Elders were sitting together in a circle, meditating in the meditation hall. Then, the Four Elders were disturbed from their meditation.
Silence.
" Evil, great evil. She . . . she's back," Isaac, one of the Four Elders, broke the silence, his voice a little shaken.
" What should we do?" Menardi whispered, barely audible. The others looked at the Wise One, who was sitting in the center of the circle, expecting answers. The Wise One exhaled loudly and looked up into the night sky through the ceiling of the meditation hall, then calmly said, " It's about time." The Four Elders looked at each other with a confused look plastered on their faces, obviously not understanding what the Wise One meant. Just then, the door flung opened, one of the students of the temple was leaning against the door entrance, panting.
" The . . . the ring. Some . . . something's wrong . . . with the ring," he said as he gasped for air. The Four Elders got into their feet and made their way to the Ring Chamber, leaving the Wise One behind. However, the Wise One remained seated in the circle. The boy stared at the Wise One and asked, " Aren't ya leaving, Wise One?" Keeping his silence, the Wise One got up from his cushion and walked slowly to the door. " There's no need to hurry, young man. The Four Elders just take things too seriously," the Wise One chuckled.
When the Four Elders reached the Ring Chamber, a strange sight 'welcomed' them. Lights shone brightly from the room and outside stood two terrified students. The Four Elders could not enter the room because the rays of light were painful to the eyes and there was a force, which kept them from entering the room. There was nothing they could do about.
" What happened?" Odlem questioned the two students.
One of them answered, " We had to clean up the Ring Chamber as a punishment. Then, half way cleaning, the ring suddenly started to spin and this bright light thingy happened, Elder Odlem."
" Cleaning the Ring Chamber at . . ." before Odlem could complete his sentence, an even brighter light was suddenly produced, lighting up the entire corridor. Then the ring flew off, boring a hole through the ceiling of the chamber.
" The . . . the ring," stammered the other startled student. The Four Elders were shocked as well.
" Don't worry. The ring is fine," said an irritatingly cheerful voice. The Wise One appeared from around the corner of the corridor with the boy.
" Wise One, you are late," exclaimed Isaac, " What took you so long?"
"Age," said the Wise One (he is reaching eighty), " Well, we'll discuss about the ring in the meditation hall and send these students back to their dormitory.
In the meditation hall: " Where could the ring be to?" asked Menardi, she was on tenterhooks about the ring.
" Don't worry. The ring just gone off to look for the Chosen One," the Wise One said in his usual cheerful tone. But the Four Elders were not happy about the Wise One's indifferent attitude.
" You should be serious about this, Wise One. This isn't the time to joke," Menardi hissed through gritted teeth. The other three nodded in unison.
" Ha, don't worry, Menardi," chirped the Wise One, " the show truly begin when the Chosen One is being brought here." He pointed his right index finger towards the ground, indicating the temple.
" And may I asked who is going to do this task?" Cline asked.
" Well, I know a person who is extremely good at this," exclaimed the Wise One.
" Oh no. Not her, Wise One," Odlem whined.
" Don't worry, Odlem. I know she would do a marvelous job. Besides, she is the keeper of one of the Seven Stars. Trust her, Odlem, trust her," said the Wise one, reassuring Odlem.
So how? I'm sorwy for the length of the story. This is just the prologue so no FF9 characters in yet. Next chapter, The ring found its owner. Once again, PLS R&R. ~winky golden, Oct 20th 2002~
Disclaimers: I do not own any one from FF9. The only things I own are the characters I created myself. So don't sue me, OK?
The Chosen One - Prologue
The story took place one year after the game.
Chanting was heard echoing through the cold, slimy walls of the mines. Deep down the tunnels of an abandoned underground mine, a ritual was held. A magical circle was drawn and 13 hooded people stood at their prospective position on the circle. At the center of the circle, a bonfire was prepared and lighted up. The light of the bonfire lit up the entire area, revealing complicated networks of scaffolds erected by generations of miners before they abandoned these mines. Beside the bonfire stood a man. He was hooded as well and had strange markings imprinted onto his cloak. He was murmuring something under his breath and after he finished, he threw a handful of strange-colored dust into the flames. The red flames exploded and turned into black roaring fire.
" The time has finally come," the hooded men exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see through them, he continued, " The Seven Stars has finally moved into position. Hurry! Bring the girl in!" He signaled to the two hooded guards. They entered one of the mines' many entrances and returned with a teenager. They dragged her to the center of the circle and tied her onto a cross, which was set up earlier in front of the fire. Her hair was messy, her clothes were torn and her feet were badly lacerated by the long hours of walking through the tunnels. Her head was hanging heavily on her neck ----- she was drugged.
" Let the ritual begin," the man commanded. The 13 people started to recite a different chant in a language on ordinary man know. He moved nearer to the black flames and chanted a spell. Then, an unusual wind ----- a wind which sent chills down people's spine ----- stirred in the mines. The black flames grew bigger and burned fiercer than usual. A few moments later when the flames subsided, a gate, made out of human bones, was appeared. The bloody-looking door cracked opened in front of the girl. Purplish-black smoke came out of the opened gate and surrounded the girl.
Slowly, the smoke began to take shape. It was-- an outline of a woman. The onlookers watched with fear and amazement as the smoke danced around the girl. Then, it stopped abruptly facing girl. Very swiftly, the spirit's smoky hand reached in the girl's chest. The girl suddenly woke up. She felt excruciating pain coursing through her veins and nerves. She struggled for air as if she was suffocating. Then, the spirit removed its hand from the girl's chest and held out a whit shiny ball ----- the girl's soul. The body hung limply on the cross.
The spirit turned to see the gate closing. Before it completely closes, the spirit threw the ball into the gate, sending the girl's soul into Eternal Hell. The gate then vaporized and disappeared. The smoke laughed but no sound was heard from it. It turned and faced the body, moved into position as the body was and fused with it. The bystanders waited and watched. She wasn't moving. Then, the ropes and the cross were magically burned away and the limped body fell into the ground.
The woman lay on the cold hard floor to a few seconds before she slowly stumbled onto her feet. She watched her fingers moved in front of the face, looking amazed, as if this was the first time she saw her fingers moved. Then, she touched her own face, feeling the warmth of the skin and flesh. She smiled. Her lips cracked into mirthless laughter. The man beside the bonfire knelt before her, so as the 13 hooded people and the two guards.
" Welcome back, my queen," he said respectfully.
The woman looked at him and commented, " You did well, Aspen. 3000 years has passed but your loyalty did not disappoint me," then she looked at the others and continued, " With this new body, I shall bring darkness to this world again. AHAHAHAHA!" Her eerie, high-pitched laughter echoed through the ghostly mines.
The atmosphere in the temple was uneasy. The Four Elders were sitting together in a circle, meditating in the meditation hall. Then, the Four Elders were disturbed from their meditation.
Silence.
" Evil, great evil. She . . . she's back," Isaac, one of the Four Elders, broke the silence, his voice a little shaken.
" What should we do?" Menardi whispered, barely audible. The others looked at the Wise One, who was sitting in the center of the circle, expecting answers. The Wise One exhaled loudly and looked up into the night sky through the ceiling of the meditation hall, then calmly said, " It's about time." The Four Elders looked at each other with a confused look plastered on their faces, obviously not understanding what the Wise One meant. Just then, the door flung opened, one of the students of the temple was leaning against the door entrance, panting.
" The . . . the ring. Some . . . something's wrong . . . with the ring," he said as he gasped for air. The Four Elders got into their feet and made their way to the Ring Chamber, leaving the Wise One behind. However, the Wise One remained seated in the circle. The boy stared at the Wise One and asked, " Aren't ya leaving, Wise One?" Keeping his silence, the Wise One got up from his cushion and walked slowly to the door. " There's no need to hurry, young man. The Four Elders just take things too seriously," the Wise One chuckled.
When the Four Elders reached the Ring Chamber, a strange sight 'welcomed' them. Lights shone brightly from the room and outside stood two terrified students. The Four Elders could not enter the room because the rays of light were painful to the eyes and there was a force, which kept them from entering the room. There was nothing they could do about.
" What happened?" Odlem questioned the two students.
One of them answered, " We had to clean up the Ring Chamber as a punishment. Then, half way cleaning, the ring suddenly started to spin and this bright light thingy happened, Elder Odlem."
" Cleaning the Ring Chamber at . . ." before Odlem could complete his sentence, an even brighter light was suddenly produced, lighting up the entire corridor. Then the ring flew off, boring a hole through the ceiling of the chamber.
" The . . . the ring," stammered the other startled student. The Four Elders were shocked as well.
" Don't worry. The ring is fine," said an irritatingly cheerful voice. The Wise One appeared from around the corner of the corridor with the boy.
" Wise One, you are late," exclaimed Isaac, " What took you so long?"
"Age," said the Wise One (he is reaching eighty), " Well, we'll discuss about the ring in the meditation hall and send these students back to their dormitory.
In the meditation hall: " Where could the ring be to?" asked Menardi, she was on tenterhooks about the ring.
" Don't worry. The ring just gone off to look for the Chosen One," the Wise One said in his usual cheerful tone. But the Four Elders were not happy about the Wise One's indifferent attitude.
" You should be serious about this, Wise One. This isn't the time to joke," Menardi hissed through gritted teeth. The other three nodded in unison.
" Ha, don't worry, Menardi," chirped the Wise One, " the show truly begin when the Chosen One is being brought here." He pointed his right index finger towards the ground, indicating the temple.
" And may I asked who is going to do this task?" Cline asked.
" Well, I know a person who is extremely good at this," exclaimed the Wise One.
" Oh no. Not her, Wise One," Odlem whined.
" Don't worry, Odlem. I know she would do a marvelous job. Besides, she is the keeper of one of the Seven Stars. Trust her, Odlem, trust her," said the Wise one, reassuring Odlem.
So how? I'm sorwy for the length of the story. This is just the prologue so no FF9 characters in yet. Next chapter, The ring found its owner. Once again, PLS R&R. ~winky golden, Oct 20th 2002~