The Blood of Fate Holds No Promise
By: Seigi No Shoujo
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Warning. This fic contains violence, and Ameria/Zelgadiss coupling. You don't like it? Bite me. ^_^; I don't own these characters, but most people know that. Uh. . You wanna bitch at me? KristySSL@AOL.com -- There's the addy, have fun. ^_-
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Darkness filled the sky. The air thick with an unpredictable chaos and filled with the disgusting scent of a run down city.
Alone he stood. Alone with no reason to be alone but his own stupidity. His own selfishness. Zelgadiss stood alone, blood on his hands and a look of remorse in his eyes. It was a lie, wasn't it?
Premonitions often come in dreams; or in Zel's case, nightmares. It had started only a week before.
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Zelgadiss lay in his bed, his rocky-textured skin glistening with little beads of prespiration. He tossed, he turned. He moaned, he groaned. Something was at play in his mind.
It was a simple dream. Himself standing in the city. The one way to return to his former self was to destroy his fate. He knew what his fate was, he always did.
Ameria. Ameria stood before him. Her blue eyes filled with concern, and her hands clamped together as if she were praying for his success.
"Zelgadiss-san.." she struggled to speak for that instant he had plunged his sword that once protected her, straight through her love-filled heart.
Soul-filled eyes became souless as the pint-sized princess collapsed at his feet in a crimson puddle.
Soaked in the blood of the one he loved, the curse would always break. The ultimate sacrafice had been made for his cause. The loss of a human spirit.
Zelgadiss always awoke at this moment.
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This dream had become more and more frequent as the days went by. But this night in paticular it reoccured during his every attempt at some well-needed sleep. The smell of blood and the feeling of chaos raded his senses as soon as he was conscious. It was becoming more and more clear.
It was fate, wasn't it?
The others, however, had no idea that these events were going on. Lina dragged her pack of weary travellers on, for money was on the line. Their destination, an old holy village that was destroyed due to a local rivalry. This village homed many manuscripts and of course, plenty of magical items worth Lina's time and wallet.
The down side to this, from Zelgadiss's point of view, was this was the exact city in his dream.
"Zelgadiss-san," Ameria whimpered as they walked, "You've looked like a zombie for several days now. What's wrong?"
Zel grunted, "Nothing."
"Oh..." she smiled slightly, "Maybe we'll find your cure here!"
A cure? It was fate, wasn't it?
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To be continued. ^_-
By: Seigi No Shoujo
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Warning. This fic contains violence, and Ameria/Zelgadiss coupling. You don't like it? Bite me. ^_^; I don't own these characters, but most people know that. Uh. . You wanna bitch at me? KristySSL@AOL.com -- There's the addy, have fun. ^_-
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Darkness filled the sky. The air thick with an unpredictable chaos and filled with the disgusting scent of a run down city.
Alone he stood. Alone with no reason to be alone but his own stupidity. His own selfishness. Zelgadiss stood alone, blood on his hands and a look of remorse in his eyes. It was a lie, wasn't it?
Premonitions often come in dreams; or in Zel's case, nightmares. It had started only a week before.
------
Zelgadiss lay in his bed, his rocky-textured skin glistening with little beads of prespiration. He tossed, he turned. He moaned, he groaned. Something was at play in his mind.
It was a simple dream. Himself standing in the city. The one way to return to his former self was to destroy his fate. He knew what his fate was, he always did.
Ameria. Ameria stood before him. Her blue eyes filled with concern, and her hands clamped together as if she were praying for his success.
"Zelgadiss-san.." she struggled to speak for that instant he had plunged his sword that once protected her, straight through her love-filled heart.
Soul-filled eyes became souless as the pint-sized princess collapsed at his feet in a crimson puddle.
Soaked in the blood of the one he loved, the curse would always break. The ultimate sacrafice had been made for his cause. The loss of a human spirit.
Zelgadiss always awoke at this moment.
-----
This dream had become more and more frequent as the days went by. But this night in paticular it reoccured during his every attempt at some well-needed sleep. The smell of blood and the feeling of chaos raded his senses as soon as he was conscious. It was becoming more and more clear.
It was fate, wasn't it?
The others, however, had no idea that these events were going on. Lina dragged her pack of weary travellers on, for money was on the line. Their destination, an old holy village that was destroyed due to a local rivalry. This village homed many manuscripts and of course, plenty of magical items worth Lina's time and wallet.
The down side to this, from Zelgadiss's point of view, was this was the exact city in his dream.
"Zelgadiss-san," Ameria whimpered as they walked, "You've looked like a zombie for several days now. What's wrong?"
Zel grunted, "Nothing."
"Oh..." she smiled slightly, "Maybe we'll find your cure here!"
A cure? It was fate, wasn't it?
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To be continued. ^_-