Hey! This is Selphie Kinneas! I decided to write this short story, it should be good, (I hope!). I think I have had a knack for ignoring Quistis in all my stories so I decided to write this.
Disclaimer:
I own it, sorry I own it! YOU HEAR THAT! I. OWN. I-
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Staff: GET HER!
Selphie Kinneas: Okay, okay, I DON'T OWN IT….!
HELP!
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Changed of time or area
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Flashback
Italics-Thoughts
Selphie
Kinneas
Mission
Possible
Prologue
Quistis felt the sun burning her arms, the heat was intense. The rays scorched every inch of her body, she squinted as she looked around, "Where am I?" She breathed.
Her parched throat had an acrid taste lingering in it making it even more dry than it already was. Sweat gathered behind her neck as she tired to recall what happened earlier, the ship… I was on the ship. Before her mind could comprehend more a shadow fell upon her. She understood exactly what happened as she made out the figure of the shadow, she stood and spun around. Her mouth opened as she screamed,
"IT'S YOUR FAULT! ISN'T IT!"
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So? Worth continuing! Okay so no one gets it, I know… it's a flash forward. Now tell me do you think it's worth it? Or discontinue now?
