A World Of Fragile Things
WinterLust05: hello there audience!
Pit Munkie 101: WOOT!
WinterLust05: well... yeah... this is our story
Pit Munkie 101: WOOT
WinterLust05: ... omfg, just stop u freak
Pit Munkie 101: alrighty then
WinterLust05: i'm trying to explain our story to the people!! our undying fans! our coffee in the morning! our sunshine!
WinterLust05: . . .
WinterLust05: o.O
Pit Munkie 101: MY HAIR!
WinterLust05: yeah, this is so not about that
Pit Munkie 101: but it kind of is in a way. it's about baralai and gippal... and they all have hair!
WinterLust05: yes, and i suppose that u are in it and have hair too...
Pit Munkie 101: You betcha!
WinterLust05: well i am in it too!
Pit Munkie 101: but you have no hair!
WinterLust05: I DO TOO HAVE HAIR U LITTLE BITCH! and i am the hot fan boi that gets gippal! ^_^ ... we can't drag this on forever
Pit Munkie 101: OKIE DOKIE! *waves "I *Heart* Baralai sign"*
WinterLust05: good, well then.. on with the story!
The woods were oddly silent the day the pair strolled into it. They made their way through the twisted paths, revelling in the beauty of the eerie trees and shapes around them. Oddly enough this place brought a kind of peace to those who entered it. Sunlight sifted down through the canopy, and shadows ruled the majority of the forest, even in the day.
Neither of them spoke, both thinking of other things.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
The song sifted through Meva's head. He could not remember where he had heard it, and it seemed now only like an echo from the depths of his mind. The words rang so much truth though, that he could not completely shake the verse from his mind. So much had happened to him, and to the world, in the past two years that everything still seemed crazy and out of place.
Two years ago, he fell in love with someone, who meant so much to him. In the conflict that followed the defeat of Sin, he sided with the Youth League. In one of their many quarrels with New Yevon he died in combat. Meva himself had not taken part in any battles. No more wars, he only wanted peace. After his lover died he became a pacifist, shutting himself away within the confines of a coven in the ruined temple in the Calm Lands. There he learned much about himself.
Once Yuna and the others saved the world from Shuyin and the dreaded Vegnagun, he came out of seclusion with his friend, who now walked at his right. He had met her in the Calm Lands as he was leaving. She was being hackled by the man at the shop in the center to marry his son. She felt sorry for the poor guy but could not help him, she tried telling the guy that she was in love, although she would not disclose as to whom her love was.
Meva still did not really know, he did not like asking questions. He wanted people to only be happy, but secrets were not in his philosophy. They made do, telling each other what they felt they needed to share and keeping more of the private things inside, locked away deep down where no one could find them.
Ever since they met they had travelled the world, searching for anything. Meva did not exactly want a grand adventure, he was just looking for some place, and some one, to settle down with, and he did not know exactly what his companion wanted.
There had been no power struggle between them at any time, but they had had disagreements like all other friends. Still, she was not what he was looking for beyond that of a friend, and she still kept the mystery of who her lover was to herself. She would often sneak away to record a sphere and then have it sent to him. Meva had never really asked who it was, and he frankly did not care that much anymore. It used to nag him, but he figured that as long as she was happy that was enough.
Across the world they have encountered fiends. Meva had begun to shun his pacifisctic ways and come out of his shell into the warrior he once was, but for the most part he acted as the residential white mage, healing and serving in other, non-violent ways.
Dead leaves cracked underfoot as he walked the path, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead.
*~~*~~*
The caravan was in ruins. Guards lay scattered around. Baralai tried to get up from the wreckage of his cart, but the weight that pressed down on him was too much.
"Nooj! Gippal!" He cried, but there did not seem to be anyone around. The sounds of battle was now far off. Black creeped in the corner of his vision. He looked out into the woods, spying the crystal leaves and trunks of the trees that now seemed dull. He was fading, and fading quickly.
"Help... me..." he whispered.
Feet appeared out of the trees. "Not yet," a voice said softly, menacingly. He saw a robed figure step out from the trees. "Everything has a time, and mine is here."
The feet started moving closer to him as he blacked out.
WinterLust05: hello there audience!
Pit Munkie 101: WOOT!
WinterLust05: well... yeah... this is our story
Pit Munkie 101: WOOT
WinterLust05: ... omfg, just stop u freak
Pit Munkie 101: alrighty then
WinterLust05: i'm trying to explain our story to the people!! our undying fans! our coffee in the morning! our sunshine!
WinterLust05: . . .
WinterLust05: o.O
Pit Munkie 101: MY HAIR!
WinterLust05: yeah, this is so not about that
Pit Munkie 101: but it kind of is in a way. it's about baralai and gippal... and they all have hair!
WinterLust05: yes, and i suppose that u are in it and have hair too...
Pit Munkie 101: You betcha!
WinterLust05: well i am in it too!
Pit Munkie 101: but you have no hair!
WinterLust05: I DO TOO HAVE HAIR U LITTLE BITCH! and i am the hot fan boi that gets gippal! ^_^ ... we can't drag this on forever
Pit Munkie 101: OKIE DOKIE! *waves "I *Heart* Baralai sign"*
WinterLust05: good, well then.. on with the story!
The woods were oddly silent the day the pair strolled into it. They made their way through the twisted paths, revelling in the beauty of the eerie trees and shapes around them. Oddly enough this place brought a kind of peace to those who entered it. Sunlight sifted down through the canopy, and shadows ruled the majority of the forest, even in the day.
Neither of them spoke, both thinking of other things.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
The song sifted through Meva's head. He could not remember where he had heard it, and it seemed now only like an echo from the depths of his mind. The words rang so much truth though, that he could not completely shake the verse from his mind. So much had happened to him, and to the world, in the past two years that everything still seemed crazy and out of place.
Two years ago, he fell in love with someone, who meant so much to him. In the conflict that followed the defeat of Sin, he sided with the Youth League. In one of their many quarrels with New Yevon he died in combat. Meva himself had not taken part in any battles. No more wars, he only wanted peace. After his lover died he became a pacifist, shutting himself away within the confines of a coven in the ruined temple in the Calm Lands. There he learned much about himself.
Once Yuna and the others saved the world from Shuyin and the dreaded Vegnagun, he came out of seclusion with his friend, who now walked at his right. He had met her in the Calm Lands as he was leaving. She was being hackled by the man at the shop in the center to marry his son. She felt sorry for the poor guy but could not help him, she tried telling the guy that she was in love, although she would not disclose as to whom her love was.
Meva still did not really know, he did not like asking questions. He wanted people to only be happy, but secrets were not in his philosophy. They made do, telling each other what they felt they needed to share and keeping more of the private things inside, locked away deep down where no one could find them.
Ever since they met they had travelled the world, searching for anything. Meva did not exactly want a grand adventure, he was just looking for some place, and some one, to settle down with, and he did not know exactly what his companion wanted.
There had been no power struggle between them at any time, but they had had disagreements like all other friends. Still, she was not what he was looking for beyond that of a friend, and she still kept the mystery of who her lover was to herself. She would often sneak away to record a sphere and then have it sent to him. Meva had never really asked who it was, and he frankly did not care that much anymore. It used to nag him, but he figured that as long as she was happy that was enough.
Across the world they have encountered fiends. Meva had begun to shun his pacifisctic ways and come out of his shell into the warrior he once was, but for the most part he acted as the residential white mage, healing and serving in other, non-violent ways.
Dead leaves cracked underfoot as he walked the path, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead.
*~~*~~*
The caravan was in ruins. Guards lay scattered around. Baralai tried to get up from the wreckage of his cart, but the weight that pressed down on him was too much.
"Nooj! Gippal!" He cried, but there did not seem to be anyone around. The sounds of battle was now far off. Black creeped in the corner of his vision. He looked out into the woods, spying the crystal leaves and trunks of the trees that now seemed dull. He was fading, and fading quickly.
"Help... me..." he whispered.
Feet appeared out of the trees. "Not yet," a voice said softly, menacingly. He saw a robed figure step out from the trees. "Everything has a time, and mine is here."
The feet started moving closer to him as he blacked out.