A Warm Feeling~
By TAiLS Prower
Alrighty, this is my first-ever NiGHTS story so don't be angry if I have any incorrect info in it. I only played the game at my friend's house for fifteen minutes! I just fed off the little bits of vague info I was told about the whole storyline, which wasn't much. Also, I may have made the story a little pointless since it's my first one about NiGHTS. The plot lines will become better once I get a better understanding of the Ideya and everything.
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Nightopia was dark. NiGHTS sat atop the Twin Seeds Tower, staring out across the landscape. Nothing felt right to him. Was his whole life under the power of Wizeman? Was it all but a trap? He didn't want to think about it. NiGHTS kept high spirits. He smiled all of the time, too, which was something that normal Nightmaren (including the first-class ones) never did.
"I see you're enjoying peaceful time to yourself, 'maren. That's just outta the ordinary. Plain wrong, too."
NiGHTS turned. "Hello, Jackle. What are you doing out so late?"
"Nothing," Jackle replied honestly, as if he had nothing to hide. "What are you doing, being such an irregular part of the Nightmaren?"
NiGHTS smiled warmly, like he always did. "Same as you. Nothing. I'm just hoping Reala doesn't catch me out here or he'll tell Wizeman I got away again." His blue eyes looked out over the quiet landscaping again. There was a look of longing in his eyes, most certainly wishing that he wasn't what he was. But he was a Nightmaren, and there wasn't anything he could do. Inside, he didn't feel like a Nightmaren. There was a warm, kind feeling inside of him, yet another trait no one of his type was meant to contain.
"I won't tell anyone you're out here," Jackle said. "I'll see you later." He left.
It didn't really matter that NiGHTS would be by himself. No Nightmaren were out either. He disliked the class-traits of Nightmaren, especially fourth and fifth class. They were too controlled; too...posessed. First-class Nightmaren, like NiGHTS and Reala, were given more free will. Ultimately, though Reala was of first-class, he was extremely loyal to Wizeman. "If I get caught again, I don't know what Wizeman will do. I should just rebel..." NiGHTS thought. He spent afew more minutes alone, until Reala showed up.
"What do you think you're doing out of the Ideya Palace?!" Reala demanded. "You were being punished for the moron that you are. If you just acted normal, no one would have such a problem with you. You took Courage Ideya from Wizeman."
"I feel things much differently than you," NiGHTS said softly. "What I did yesterday was good. Taking Courage Ideya from him did something a world of good, because now Wizeman will have more difficulty taking over. I don't want to work for him anymore."
"You know, you're letting your life slip away, NiGHTS," Reala said coldly. "You're really stupid listening to whatever little voice inside that is telling you to be this way."
"It isn't a little voice, Reala. It's a feeling. A feeling of warmth I doubt you'll ever be able to know or understand." NiGHTS sighed, and looked down. Reala frowned, but then smiled mockingly. "What's the matter? Afraid to accept that you'll always be a Nightmaren...forever?" he teased cruelly.
NiGHTS got up, floating in the darkened sky. His purple clothes further camoflaged him. He was still smiling, only, he was doing so very vaguely now. The look of warmth in his eyes had become more of a look of pity. Tears were on his face.
Reala had never seen tears before because he couldn't cry. He looked slightly confused.
"Reala, you'll never be able to understand, will you?" NiGHTS asked quietly. "I will NEVER be a Nightmaren, in my heart. Never." He flew off swiftly with golden sparkles trailing out behind himself. Reala stared after him. "If he never gets rid of that warm feeling, his life will be an encaged, pathetic waste in the closing grip of Nightopia..."
NiGHTS' tears quickly dried as he darted through the dark sky. A feeling of detirmination met the feelings inside his heart. "I'll have Wizeman gone for good soon," he thought. "Just you watch, Reala..."
(( to be continued ))
By TAiLS Prower
Alrighty, this is my first-ever NiGHTS story so don't be angry if I have any incorrect info in it. I only played the game at my friend's house for fifteen minutes! I just fed off the little bits of vague info I was told about the whole storyline, which wasn't much. Also, I may have made the story a little pointless since it's my first one about NiGHTS. The plot lines will become better once I get a better understanding of the Ideya and everything.
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Nightopia was dark. NiGHTS sat atop the Twin Seeds Tower, staring out across the landscape. Nothing felt right to him. Was his whole life under the power of Wizeman? Was it all but a trap? He didn't want to think about it. NiGHTS kept high spirits. He smiled all of the time, too, which was something that normal Nightmaren (including the first-class ones) never did.
"I see you're enjoying peaceful time to yourself, 'maren. That's just outta the ordinary. Plain wrong, too."
NiGHTS turned. "Hello, Jackle. What are you doing out so late?"
"Nothing," Jackle replied honestly, as if he had nothing to hide. "What are you doing, being such an irregular part of the Nightmaren?"
NiGHTS smiled warmly, like he always did. "Same as you. Nothing. I'm just hoping Reala doesn't catch me out here or he'll tell Wizeman I got away again." His blue eyes looked out over the quiet landscaping again. There was a look of longing in his eyes, most certainly wishing that he wasn't what he was. But he was a Nightmaren, and there wasn't anything he could do. Inside, he didn't feel like a Nightmaren. There was a warm, kind feeling inside of him, yet another trait no one of his type was meant to contain.
"I won't tell anyone you're out here," Jackle said. "I'll see you later." He left.
It didn't really matter that NiGHTS would be by himself. No Nightmaren were out either. He disliked the class-traits of Nightmaren, especially fourth and fifth class. They were too controlled; too...posessed. First-class Nightmaren, like NiGHTS and Reala, were given more free will. Ultimately, though Reala was of first-class, he was extremely loyal to Wizeman. "If I get caught again, I don't know what Wizeman will do. I should just rebel..." NiGHTS thought. He spent afew more minutes alone, until Reala showed up.
"What do you think you're doing out of the Ideya Palace?!" Reala demanded. "You were being punished for the moron that you are. If you just acted normal, no one would have such a problem with you. You took Courage Ideya from Wizeman."
"I feel things much differently than you," NiGHTS said softly. "What I did yesterday was good. Taking Courage Ideya from him did something a world of good, because now Wizeman will have more difficulty taking over. I don't want to work for him anymore."
"You know, you're letting your life slip away, NiGHTS," Reala said coldly. "You're really stupid listening to whatever little voice inside that is telling you to be this way."
"It isn't a little voice, Reala. It's a feeling. A feeling of warmth I doubt you'll ever be able to know or understand." NiGHTS sighed, and looked down. Reala frowned, but then smiled mockingly. "What's the matter? Afraid to accept that you'll always be a Nightmaren...forever?" he teased cruelly.
NiGHTS got up, floating in the darkened sky. His purple clothes further camoflaged him. He was still smiling, only, he was doing so very vaguely now. The look of warmth in his eyes had become more of a look of pity. Tears were on his face.
Reala had never seen tears before because he couldn't cry. He looked slightly confused.
"Reala, you'll never be able to understand, will you?" NiGHTS asked quietly. "I will NEVER be a Nightmaren, in my heart. Never." He flew off swiftly with golden sparkles trailing out behind himself. Reala stared after him. "If he never gets rid of that warm feeling, his life will be an encaged, pathetic waste in the closing grip of Nightopia..."
NiGHTS' tears quickly dried as he darted through the dark sky. A feeling of detirmination met the feelings inside his heart. "I'll have Wizeman gone for good soon," he thought. "Just you watch, Reala..."
(( to be continued ))