Small Hope
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean 3 or any of the characters
A/N: hello people and thank you for taking time to read this story. ; this is my first fanfiction and i have to admit being a bit nervous to post this and all. Anyway, for a heads upthis will be an Albel and Nel fanfiction . Howvever,this will not be a very romancy fic (i like to keep it plain, simple and cute)I will try my hardest to keep them all in character and not make it OOC. I will also accept criticism for this story but i do ask for no flames (hate flames and flamers all together and will not tolerate them). For those of you who are concerned, there won't be "mary sues" in this either ( i also like to avoid OCs but if there are some then they're possess very minor roles). Other then this i hope you all enjoy this little fanfiction (and if there are grammer mistakes then i will fix them to the best of my abilities)
Prologue:
My heart freezes- like ice would over water
His diminishing form became surrounded in obscurity as he fell into a vast emptiness. His body immobilized; his voice silenced. His thoughts wander in his hazy mind when drifting in the dark void.
Where am I?
Darkness veils me- no light can be seen
His mind mingled with awareness yet his body felt heavy and was unable to respond to his thoughts. A small light burnished through the darkness as it greeted his crimson eyes slowly opening. He stared at the distant diminutive light, a voice calling him from his indistinct state. The voice gave him warmth of familiarity as the light slowly grew larger and closer; filling the gap between them.
A voice calls my name yet I can not find the source
Gentle arms enfold around him, the soothing voice saying his name again. He finds himself relaxing in the embrace slightly, soft hands caressing his hair affectionately. The luminosity slowly begins to envelop his body, the warmth never leaving him. The warm hands gradually disappear as the voice becomes faint in the light. Memories flood his mind as he slips in and out of consciousness. Both past and present call him as the images pass by with each slipping moment. Yet with his crimson eyes closing he gazes at the last image with a small content feeling; violet eyes staring at his vanishing form, becoming veiled in light.
And as a light envelops me- I know where I truly belong.
Woltar sat on the edge of his bed, his hands under his chin with a disturbed expression. He had an uneasy feeling when he woke up abruptly a moment ago; the feeling becoming worse when awake. His wrinkled hands fell at his side as his eyes stared at the wooden door leading out of the bedroom. With an exhausted sigh, his hand grasped the cane next to his bed; pushing his old bones to stand. Grabbing a light cloak draped over a chair, the old man threw it onto his shoulders and walked out of the room into the dimly lit hallway. The crescent moon emitted small amounts of light through the closed drapes covering the windows. Twisted branches from the trees tapped against the glass windows while the wind howled outside in the cold night.
His fatigue form headed towards his office yet stopped when his eyes rested upon the room in the far right corner. The perturbed feeling became more definite in his mind as his gaze remained on the small room. Woltar considered his reasoning to be a mere figment of his imagination yet, as much as he tried he discovered himself unable to will it away. He insinuated the feeling to be different then the ones before and his weary face expressed concern. He shuffled towards the room at a tedious pace, cursing his old bones as he took each step. When reaching his destination, Woltar remained still for a moment before placing his hand on the handle and slowly pushing the door open.
Silence greeted him as he entered the room and upon seeing the sight he discovered it empty. The bed showed signs of a person sleeping with the rumpled quit and sheets, but the untouched attire folded in the chair caused the old man to frown. A cold breeze entered the small room and Woltar looked up to notice the window open. Yet as the old man stared at the window, his gaze drifted to the side of the bed seeing a sight that caused his eyes to widen. Propped up on the wall was none other then the Crimson Scourge, the treasured sword to both Airyglyph and to the owner. The ill at ease feeling returned as he walked over to the cursed blade and glanced back at the open window. He had known the boy to pull stunts like these in the past but the uneasy feeling inside made him think otherwise. With one last look at the blade Woltar sighed and lowered himself onto the empty bed, a look of anxiety on his worn face.
…….What has happened to you, Albel………………
I basically redid this chapter a lot till i found it saistifying and added some parts on as well. The part with Woltar wasn't even going to be in the prologue, but i found it to be too short otherwise. But anyway, i still find this to be too short and everytime i re-read it i find it lacking (though it may just be me, lol) but i do hope you found it enjoyable and i'll work hard to post chapter one sometime this week (it won't be as short as the prologue, or at least i'll try not to have it as short)
