A/N:

Disclaimer: I dun anything/anyone from Final Fantasy VII.
All I own is this cruddy CYOA storyline. D:

My very first attempt at a CYOA...
Uhm, R&R pwease?

If you do, I'll post the next two chapter thingys. :3


Apocrypha → Dear Destiny

A blink of an eye;

The midnightly scenery of a black abyss;

Can you open your eyes?

A breathy sigh proved the serenity of a dreamless sleep.


You let out a weak cough as you opened your eyes. Your blurry, wandering gaze proved inadequate for observing your surroundings. You blinked and your vision cleared a bit.

Judging by the wintriness of what you were laying you made a mental note that you were definitely not in your bed.

You then twitched a finger. The corners of your lips rose upwards a bit, pleased to know that you haven't lost all control. Pushing yourself up, your hands examined the rough flooring; coming to the conclusion it was wood, very cold wood.

Looking upwards you blinked into the murky sunlight, tainted by the dust and three grimy, Victorian windows. You know noticed the intricate designs were made simple, the thin black bars swirling here and there on the obscure glass.

Following the windows to the ceiling, you noticed small yellow-brownish spots that seemed to have dripped from the ceiling. Rust maybe? You couldn't tell what the white wall was made out of…

You cringed in disgust at them, eyeing that they obviously have not been taken well care of.

You backed up a bit from your sitting position, hands supporting from your back almost slipping off of your floor. Turning sharply behind you, you examined aged, chestnut wooden stairs; stopping about five steps down to a small plane, then starting again from the side all the way down to what seemed like the first floor. Small, yellow, covered lamps that stuck out from the wall at the end of the staircase, you noted, were not lit.

From above the lighting sources on parallel stained-ivory walls were large pictures framed by gold-colored outlines, two on both sides. You were not able to make out any of the pictures though; all of them were damaged or blurred by whatever reason to be observed lucidly. Further up from the pictures to the ceiling was a large chandelier, holding about two, black, iron rings, one in which only consisting of five round lightings; it too was in need of cleaning.

You stood to your feet, wiping the dust off the back of your legs. You stretched your arms in the air while you continued your observations.

Back below the stairs, crossing a large carpet across the main floor were three doors, all evenly spaced out. Two open doorframes, decorated with a simple pale-yellow curtain in front of the entrance, on opposite ends were angles inwards, each seeming to contain a small room; one with a wooden table with various things on it, the other with a couple of wooden barrels and what seemed like a chest.

Exhaling, you relaxed your arms at your sides.

Looking at the large dark-yellow carpet again, your eyes followed the lighter shade of yellow and black round figure in the center, going outwards in a circle then in four different directions, each end of the design pointing in a certain way. In a sense, it looked like a compass; you suppose the direction one point was facing you was 'north'.

You looked at the south end at the middle door, the largest one, the one that was probably the main entrance.

Your feet, still a bit cold, did not move. Your hands were much colder though, almost on the verge of feeling warm. You cupped them together and brought them to your lips; you breathed in long, heated breaths to get them warm.

You looked directly to your left; your eyes met with another grubby white wall, but you could faintly see two openings on perpendicular to it.

Looking directly to your right you saw another small flight of stairs, the top leading to an empty room containing many green plants and a gold chest. Vertical from before it were two other doors, one closed, and one open.

Your feet felt ready to move.


So which way will you go?

Left or right?

If you choose left, go to: Laughing in the Dark

If you choose right, go to: Veiled Clandestine