NOTE: This fic, like all my other FF fics, are
based solely off the gameplay, my own ideas, and Clovis' subconscious (except
for those that aren't). This means all
"official information" released on the characters is null, unless
they mentioned it in the American version of the game. So don't yell at me because Cecil's hair is
purple!
Also NOTE: this fic has been ripped
and re-ripped and revamped and mutilated for over three years. Not much of the original is left, but I'm
sick of screwing with it and decided to post it as is. So there may be a few discrepancies that I
haven't noticed – if you find any, let me know and I'll promptly eat a hot dog.
Timeline - a few months after
"Black Lighting and Red Eyes".
)---------- Masters' Poison ----------(
By
Anna-mathe
She continued to just kneel
there, motionless, as the tall figure soared down behind her, silver hair
flowing, driving the blade through her body, and let out the smallest cry as
she felt the blade pierce through her -
Masamune.
Masamune.
Edge woke up with a jolt. Rubbing his eyes and looking around in the
darkness, he sighed and realized that it was just a dream.
Just another dream.
Just another dream circling around
the stupid sword.
Unbeknownst to anyone other than
himself, Masamune had been plaguing his subconscious with similar dreams ever
since he'd aquired the darn thing.
Various dreams taking place in various places, apparently in various
different times, but everything circling around it.
Why just Masamune? Whatever happened to Murasame? Or is it content to just sit there?
Whatever the case may have been, he
decided to blow off the concept and, stuffing his head under his pillow, went
back to sleep.
