Hello again, I'm back with the sequel to Hunting the Grim Sphere. I find myself really wanting to continue this story.
I wont be bothered to go back and read the 45 chapters of the previous story, so if I miss any important plot points that I should address be sure to let me know.
Hope you all enjoy!
Also I left this one really short because it is a prologue. I'm not sure how long to make the chapters, any suggestions? In the mean time I'll just try and write them at least 1,000 words.
Weiss was hesitant, could she go through with this? Could she actually do the thing that would supposedly bring her happiness? Still unsure of herself Weiss walked forward her dress swishing and the fabric moved with the soft currents of cold air that was her semblance.
A calm suppressible air resided at the ceremony; there were no colors just dull metal chairs and plain walls. In these chairs however were very colorful people. But the odd thing was that Weiss couldn't tell who they were, it was as if a cloud of milky foam had settled in front of her eyes.
Looking closer, but not too close so she would swerve and run into the chairs on either side of the isle, Weiss thought the stuff in front of her eyes looked like white fabric. 'I know I like the color white, but I never ever ware it in front of my face.' Weiss thought to herself nervous of speaking. She still didn't know where she was and wasn't sure if the people surrounding her would approve of her words, let alone allow her to speak.
Weiss suddenly saw something different up ahead and thought, 'Maybe that's the end of the isle, although come to think of it. Why am I walking down one in the first place?' Weiss felt a soft hand on her shoulder and she stopped walking.
Just then 20 loud and echoing gongs sounded. The sounds of the loud peeling bells made Weiss realize she was in a wedding hall. 'A WEDDING! What am I doing at a wedding?'
"Do you - take Weiss Schnee as you lawfully wedded wife?"
An incredibly soft and quite, but resolute 'yes' answered the priest's question.
"Do you Weiss Schnee take - as your lawfully wedded wife?"
At first Weiss was confused, she couldn't hear the first name of her supposed partner, the priest's voice just cut out. Regardless Weiss said, "Yes, I do."
Why? Why had Weiss said yes when she didn't even know whom she was getting married to? Because she rationalized that it was probably someone who her parents had decided for her to marry. And Weiss owed her parents, not because they raised her but because they had literally saved her life.
Didn't she then owe it to her parents, to let them make an important life decision that would impact her? At least that's what Weiss thought was proper payment, and maybe it was.
"I now pronounce you two, lawfully wedded. You may kiss to consummate your marriage." The priest remarked with finality.
Weiss's heart started to pump; she had always imagined how she would get married. Mainly she imagined the first kiss that she would share with her new partner. When the moment finally came Weiss took a silent breath and prepared herself.
The veil from her eyes was lifted and Weiss screamed. Which should have been impossible. Hadn't she lost her voice? But the last image scared the poor girl, and no amount of disease could suppress the horror that rose in her throat and awoke her.
Weiss Schnee jolted straight up in bed, her shoulders heaving heavily. Apparently the scream had been the last sound that would ever come out of her throat. Weiss could still breath but it wasn't much, you couldn't hear it.
Bile suddenly rose in Weiss's throat, and conflicting emotions hammered her already weak heart.