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Here's my newest work. It's Entitled Redemption. I think it'll speak for itself!
Redemption Chapter I: Lion
Squall Leonhart stood in the middle of a small, square ring, surrounded by monsters. Renzokuken flashed, the imposing blade glinting in the sun.. In Squalls eyes was the look of stone. Nothing could break him. One Particularly large and aggressive T-Rexaur attacked him first. Squall stepped to the side, dodging easily the attack. The beast followed him lunging at the lionhearted competitor. Squall reacted quickly, but almost not quickly enough, to get out of the way of the attack. He looked around. The crowd cheered him on as he toyed with the monster. He looked to his right , another T- Rexaur had circled him, and was about to come in for the attack. "Ha ha!" he thought, "This ought to be nice. A new record, 4 T-Rexaurs on one man. I must be a fool to be doing this. But what does it matter. Without Rinoa, I just don't care."
He was lost in thought, and yet so completely intent on the situation at hand. The Monster on the left had flanked him. And the three were closing him in, or so they thought. The particularly large one in the center attacked again, Squall leapt up, as the large beasts jaws fell underneath him. He landed on the beast's neck with all his force before jumping onto it's back and plunging his blade deep into it. The crowd roared as the best screamed in rage and pain. It fell to the ground, still alive, and still screaming in pain! Squall jumped off the paralyzed best, and towards the other side of The small arena. He turned towards the injured Rex, and cast a fire spell on it. The creature screamed out in pain as the last bit of life left in it was snuffed out by the fire, that even in death burnt the monster to the core. The crowd Roared it's approval.
Squall was the center of attention here at the Galbadia Coliseum. The Peace brought about by the winning of the Sorceress' War left Squall who new only one way of life, fighting, looking for a way of supporting himself. He needed to see action, to face death, and to win. Or maybe he was merely looking for a way to forget. A way to forget the last two years, the years since he lost Rinoa. He needed to get away, to forget it all. He was responsible for the accident that caused her death, or at least so it seemed. That is why against the urging of his friends at garden, he left on his own one day, and headed out, to make a life on his own. He found himself here. Here he exercised his rage in combat. Here he was famous. Some came just to watch the mighty Lionhearted fight. Others Came to bet on his contests, and it was the same today, but today the stakes were higher than ever. He went for a new record. 4 T-Rexaurs in the small 20 by 20 ring versus one man. This all at his own request. There were many great fighters here at the Coliseum, but they all agreed on one thing. Three T-Rexaurs in the small ring was almost suicidal, but the battle waged on.
The dead T-Rexaur was still ablaze lying almost directly in the center of the ring. Squall looked around and saw that two of them had flanked him again, and were charging him. He just stood there watching the third, while the other two charged him. At the last second he dove and rolled out of the way. He came up casting A thundaga at the lone Monster on the opposite side of the dead Rex. Behind him the two T-Rexaurs collided. The larger one enraged at the interference of the smaller, younger one. Began attacking the small one. And they began a full fledged battle. The crowd was now cheering at the top of it's lungs. Squall continued to attack the monster in front of him. He raised his blade high, and slashed the angry rex, striking a large wound through its leg. The blood oozed out of the wound and began running to the ground. The monster. Screamed in rage at the attack, and immediately retaliated, this time Squall wasn't quick enough. The T-Rex's front claw caught Squall right in the face knocking him into the sandy ground.
As the crowd cheered at the action, a shadowy figure looked on. He was wearing a gray trench coat. He looked on with surprising interest at the battle. There was an attendant taking mid battle bets. The stranger heard everyone placing their bets on the monsters. Closer and closer the attendants came until they reached the tall young onlooker. "How 'bout you mister, you wanna bet?"
The stranger looked around. He saw Squall get up and look around. He saw the fire in his eyes. A fire that he'd seen many times before. A determination to win he'd become well aquatinted with. Yes he knew these things, because he'd fought him many times. He looked back to the man who was still asking him to bet. "Sure," the stranger said. "My moneys all on the Lion."
"You've got to be mad to go for the anyone, even the Lionhearted under these odds." The attendant mocked him.
The stranger then grabbed the man by his collar and lifted him off the ground. "I said all of my money, on the Lionheart. now what part of that didn't you understand?" He said in an irritated voice, placing the attendant back on his feet.
"Nothing." the attendant said, and with that, he took the strangers name and money, and went on.
Squall struggled to his feet and wiped the blood and sweat off his face. In an angry rage, he rolled in close to the monster, just missing his flying claws. and came out with his blade straight in front of him it stuck into the Rex, right in the chest, piercing it into the heart. Squall held it in there for a moment watching the blood run down it's chest, and listening to it's piercing shriek, before withdrawing the weapon. The monster immediately fell over, in a pool of it's own blood. Blood now oozed from it's mouth. Squall looked behind him, and saw that the larger t rexuar was about to finish off the smaller on, but he felt that he still had a little time. He walked around the Dying Monster, and stood in front of it's head. He raised Renzokuken high over his shoulder. He looked into the crowd. They were chanting lion lion lion lion. Then he looked at the helpless dying beast, and his eyes glazed over as he brought his blade down with all it's force. Severing the T-Rexaurs head from it's body. Blood flew from his blade as he brought it up and wheeled to face the one monster left standing.
The strange trench coat clad figure. Stood in the crowd. They were all on their feet cheering, screaming. They were thirsty for more blood, more death. He heard their chanting, but he was silent. "He's changed, but then so have I. I wouldn't have expected to track him down here, but there he is. He seems so angry, I've never seen him like this before. Maybe it's too late. Maybe no one is left who can help us. With these thoughts, he continued to look on.
Squall had practically won the battle now, but he was getting tired. He decided that it was time to end this thing quick. There was one still healthy monster, and one beaten down monster still to deal with. Squall chose to go for the easy kill first, And so he jumped away from his attacker and targeted all of his power into a massive Blizagga which froze the hurt Rexaur solid, then he jumped up high, and brought his blade down hard on the back of the frozen beast shattering it into a million pieces. The crowd roared excited with what they saw. Squall staggered a bit, the battle was getting to him,. and he was tired, but the rule was, no healing spell, and he was going to abide by that rule.
He wheeled to confront the final monster. His bloody blade firmly in his grip. The beast attacked, but squall was too quick. He slashed the monster in the nose. It shrieked, and attacked again, but again Squall was too fast, he dodged and attacked again, this time putting out the monsters left eye. The monster reeled from the sting, as the blood flowed out of the now empty socket. The crowd anticipated the end, and indeed it was near. Their voices were loud, and they wanted to se death. Squall toyed with the monster moving in a circle in the direction of the lost eye. the monster had trouble following. When he got far enough ahead, he waited for the Rexaur to come around. When it did, he cast stop on it, and it froze in place. Then he gripped Renzokuken with all his might. He rushed the beast, and at the last minute spun, and slashed. The blade glinted in the sun creating a brilliant arc of light as it came around. It then connected with the dino skewering it in two. The pieces falling in front of him.
The crowed looked on in wonder. Yelling at the top of their lungs. They had just witnessed history. One man had defeated four T-Rexaurs in the small ring. They were amazed. Still one onlooker was not surprised at the feat. "Well one thing's for sure", the stranger thought, "he's still got his great stuff. But he seems to be very angry. Not that I blame him after all he's been through, but then people said I have an anger problem! Well he's the reason I'm here, I've spent the last three month looking for him, let's go see what I've found." And with that the stranger began pushing his way through he crowd towards the ring.
Squall fell to his knees exhausted from the long battle. The four dead Rexaurs lay around him. Blood from the cut on his forehead ran down his face. The sweat beads burnt his eyes. He took the moment to get his breath, and then stood to his feet, and bowed to the crowd. He slowly turned in a circle letting the crowd take him in. He loved the battle. It was the only thing that kept him alive anymore.
The stranger moved closer, and closer. Soon he stood right behind the ring. He observed that Squalls hair had grown out and he had grown quite a bit more muscular as well. He also noted the twinge of pride that he seemed to sense coming off from Squall's demeanor. "Well, I guess it's time to get his attention the shadowy figure thought."
Squall heard them chanting his name, the name he'd come to know. "Lion Lion Lion Lion." He reveled in it, and took it all in. Some how he felt that these peoples love was what he needed. That these peoples honor would help him forgive himself. And help lead him towards what he wanted most......Redemption.
He listened intently, trying to hear every voice that called his name. Then it happened, he heard a voice that came in clear above all others. It was a familiar voice, but he couldn't put a face to it right away. One thing was clear, it was a face from his past, because the name that he was being called wasn't Lion, It was Squall. He began searching the stands to find it, slowly turning looking hard, and then he heard it, it was coming from over his shoulder. He turned slowly, to find himself face to face with Seifer Almasy.
Author's Comments
This is a story set five years after the game, and two years after Rinoa dies in a tragic accident covered in another series prequil that I may continue. Anyway, I hope you liked it. If you want it to become a series, be sure to review it and tell me so!
Here's my newest work. It's Entitled Redemption. I think it'll speak for itself!
Redemption Chapter I: Lion
Squall Leonhart stood in the middle of a small, square ring, surrounded by monsters. Renzokuken flashed, the imposing blade glinting in the sun.. In Squalls eyes was the look of stone. Nothing could break him. One Particularly large and aggressive T-Rexaur attacked him first. Squall stepped to the side, dodging easily the attack. The beast followed him lunging at the lionhearted competitor. Squall reacted quickly, but almost not quickly enough, to get out of the way of the attack. He looked around. The crowd cheered him on as he toyed with the monster. He looked to his right , another T- Rexaur had circled him, and was about to come in for the attack. "Ha ha!" he thought, "This ought to be nice. A new record, 4 T-Rexaurs on one man. I must be a fool to be doing this. But what does it matter. Without Rinoa, I just don't care."
He was lost in thought, and yet so completely intent on the situation at hand. The Monster on the left had flanked him. And the three were closing him in, or so they thought. The particularly large one in the center attacked again, Squall leapt up, as the large beasts jaws fell underneath him. He landed on the beast's neck with all his force before jumping onto it's back and plunging his blade deep into it. The crowd roared as the best screamed in rage and pain. It fell to the ground, still alive, and still screaming in pain! Squall jumped off the paralyzed best, and towards the other side of The small arena. He turned towards the injured Rex, and cast a fire spell on it. The creature screamed out in pain as the last bit of life left in it was snuffed out by the fire, that even in death burnt the monster to the core. The crowd Roared it's approval.
Squall was the center of attention here at the Galbadia Coliseum. The Peace brought about by the winning of the Sorceress' War left Squall who new only one way of life, fighting, looking for a way of supporting himself. He needed to see action, to face death, and to win. Or maybe he was merely looking for a way to forget. A way to forget the last two years, the years since he lost Rinoa. He needed to get away, to forget it all. He was responsible for the accident that caused her death, or at least so it seemed. That is why against the urging of his friends at garden, he left on his own one day, and headed out, to make a life on his own. He found himself here. Here he exercised his rage in combat. Here he was famous. Some came just to watch the mighty Lionhearted fight. Others Came to bet on his contests, and it was the same today, but today the stakes were higher than ever. He went for a new record. 4 T-Rexaurs in the small 20 by 20 ring versus one man. This all at his own request. There were many great fighters here at the Coliseum, but they all agreed on one thing. Three T-Rexaurs in the small ring was almost suicidal, but the battle waged on.
The dead T-Rexaur was still ablaze lying almost directly in the center of the ring. Squall looked around and saw that two of them had flanked him again, and were charging him. He just stood there watching the third, while the other two charged him. At the last second he dove and rolled out of the way. He came up casting A thundaga at the lone Monster on the opposite side of the dead Rex. Behind him the two T-Rexaurs collided. The larger one enraged at the interference of the smaller, younger one. Began attacking the small one. And they began a full fledged battle. The crowd was now cheering at the top of it's lungs. Squall continued to attack the monster in front of him. He raised his blade high, and slashed the angry rex, striking a large wound through its leg. The blood oozed out of the wound and began running to the ground. The monster. Screamed in rage at the attack, and immediately retaliated, this time Squall wasn't quick enough. The T-Rex's front claw caught Squall right in the face knocking him into the sandy ground.
As the crowd cheered at the action, a shadowy figure looked on. He was wearing a gray trench coat. He looked on with surprising interest at the battle. There was an attendant taking mid battle bets. The stranger heard everyone placing their bets on the monsters. Closer and closer the attendants came until they reached the tall young onlooker. "How 'bout you mister, you wanna bet?"
The stranger looked around. He saw Squall get up and look around. He saw the fire in his eyes. A fire that he'd seen many times before. A determination to win he'd become well aquatinted with. Yes he knew these things, because he'd fought him many times. He looked back to the man who was still asking him to bet. "Sure," the stranger said. "My moneys all on the Lion."
"You've got to be mad to go for the anyone, even the Lionhearted under these odds." The attendant mocked him.
The stranger then grabbed the man by his collar and lifted him off the ground. "I said all of my money, on the Lionheart. now what part of that didn't you understand?" He said in an irritated voice, placing the attendant back on his feet.
"Nothing." the attendant said, and with that, he took the strangers name and money, and went on.
Squall struggled to his feet and wiped the blood and sweat off his face. In an angry rage, he rolled in close to the monster, just missing his flying claws. and came out with his blade straight in front of him it stuck into the Rex, right in the chest, piercing it into the heart. Squall held it in there for a moment watching the blood run down it's chest, and listening to it's piercing shriek, before withdrawing the weapon. The monster immediately fell over, in a pool of it's own blood. Blood now oozed from it's mouth. Squall looked behind him, and saw that the larger t rexuar was about to finish off the smaller on, but he felt that he still had a little time. He walked around the Dying Monster, and stood in front of it's head. He raised Renzokuken high over his shoulder. He looked into the crowd. They were chanting lion lion lion lion. Then he looked at the helpless dying beast, and his eyes glazed over as he brought his blade down with all it's force. Severing the T-Rexaurs head from it's body. Blood flew from his blade as he brought it up and wheeled to face the one monster left standing.
The strange trench coat clad figure. Stood in the crowd. They were all on their feet cheering, screaming. They were thirsty for more blood, more death. He heard their chanting, but he was silent. "He's changed, but then so have I. I wouldn't have expected to track him down here, but there he is. He seems so angry, I've never seen him like this before. Maybe it's too late. Maybe no one is left who can help us. With these thoughts, he continued to look on.
Squall had practically won the battle now, but he was getting tired. He decided that it was time to end this thing quick. There was one still healthy monster, and one beaten down monster still to deal with. Squall chose to go for the easy kill first, And so he jumped away from his attacker and targeted all of his power into a massive Blizagga which froze the hurt Rexaur solid, then he jumped up high, and brought his blade down hard on the back of the frozen beast shattering it into a million pieces. The crowd roared excited with what they saw. Squall staggered a bit, the battle was getting to him,. and he was tired, but the rule was, no healing spell, and he was going to abide by that rule.
He wheeled to confront the final monster. His bloody blade firmly in his grip. The beast attacked, but squall was too quick. He slashed the monster in the nose. It shrieked, and attacked again, but again Squall was too fast, he dodged and attacked again, this time putting out the monsters left eye. The monster reeled from the sting, as the blood flowed out of the now empty socket. The crowd anticipated the end, and indeed it was near. Their voices were loud, and they wanted to se death. Squall toyed with the monster moving in a circle in the direction of the lost eye. the monster had trouble following. When he got far enough ahead, he waited for the Rexaur to come around. When it did, he cast stop on it, and it froze in place. Then he gripped Renzokuken with all his might. He rushed the beast, and at the last minute spun, and slashed. The blade glinted in the sun creating a brilliant arc of light as it came around. It then connected with the dino skewering it in two. The pieces falling in front of him.
The crowed looked on in wonder. Yelling at the top of their lungs. They had just witnessed history. One man had defeated four T-Rexaurs in the small ring. They were amazed. Still one onlooker was not surprised at the feat. "Well one thing's for sure", the stranger thought, "he's still got his great stuff. But he seems to be very angry. Not that I blame him after all he's been through, but then people said I have an anger problem! Well he's the reason I'm here, I've spent the last three month looking for him, let's go see what I've found." And with that the stranger began pushing his way through he crowd towards the ring.
Squall fell to his knees exhausted from the long battle. The four dead Rexaurs lay around him. Blood from the cut on his forehead ran down his face. The sweat beads burnt his eyes. He took the moment to get his breath, and then stood to his feet, and bowed to the crowd. He slowly turned in a circle letting the crowd take him in. He loved the battle. It was the only thing that kept him alive anymore.
The stranger moved closer, and closer. Soon he stood right behind the ring. He observed that Squalls hair had grown out and he had grown quite a bit more muscular as well. He also noted the twinge of pride that he seemed to sense coming off from Squall's demeanor. "Well, I guess it's time to get his attention the shadowy figure thought."
Squall heard them chanting his name, the name he'd come to know. "Lion Lion Lion Lion." He reveled in it, and took it all in. Some how he felt that these peoples love was what he needed. That these peoples honor would help him forgive himself. And help lead him towards what he wanted most......Redemption.
He listened intently, trying to hear every voice that called his name. Then it happened, he heard a voice that came in clear above all others. It was a familiar voice, but he couldn't put a face to it right away. One thing was clear, it was a face from his past, because the name that he was being called wasn't Lion, It was Squall. He began searching the stands to find it, slowly turning looking hard, and then he heard it, it was coming from over his shoulder. He turned slowly, to find himself face to face with Seifer Almasy.
Author's Comments
This is a story set five years after the game, and two years after Rinoa dies in a tragic accident covered in another series prequil that I may continue. Anyway, I hope you liked it. If you want it to become a series, be sure to review it and tell me so!