*Hey there people, how's everyone? Uh huh, right, okay, shut up for a sec, anyway, you guys know the drill, characters belong to Square. This is my first attempt at a drama fic. This is in no way related to my other works, that's right, no X! *sob*
Under the Mask
Harle was brooding in her room after the adventure was over, where her room is, we cannot say. She is reminiscing over all the events that had happened to her, meeting Serge, joining with the other dragons. She had made one very important discovery about herself, it had all seemed so new to her, how...surprising it had been.
"Why did the dragons create me this way?" she asks almost in tears, "Why?"
The day she had been "born" so to speak was the day a small frail infant had been brought before the frozen flame by his father, the day a girl named Schala had created a storm to divert that father's boat towards Chronopolis. The day the dragons had their first true look at Schala. The day Harle had been born.
When she had joined Serge's party, they went to the fortune teller in Termina. After giving Harle her fortune, Serge had something very curious...
"That's odd, that was the same fortune she had told Kid..."
She knew exactly what that had meant and confirmed her worst fears. She went to a room in the Termina inn and washed away her makeup.
It had been a while since she had taken it off, it was like an old friend. When she looked in the mirror, Harle's face was just like Schala's, just like...Kid's...
How ironic to be a copy of her worst enemy, the one who she hated so. She did her best to forget it, but every so once in a while, the pain comes back and she weeps.
So we leave her to brood, to cry.
*That could've been worse I suppose. In any case, like I said, it was my first attempt, what did you think? Oh yeah, I want to try something I got off the FF8 board, if you give a signed review, I'll add you to my Author Alert!*