My first attempt at FanFiction. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes that you may face. If you have any comments, please let me know. All suggestions for the story are welcome. Enjoy!
As I woke up from my dreamless and seemingly endless sleep, I realized that I have been laying in a rough, uncomfortable straw bed. The blasted straws were dry and rough and dug into my raw back painfully. My eyes took time to adjust to the dim surroundings I was currently in. I could make out the outline of the room, rectangular with four walls all made of what seemed like stone bricks laid one over the other.
I tried to stand from the bed, but my rusty legs couldn't hold my weight and I fell back abruptly into the bed. At that point, my nose picked up the smell around me. It was dank and musty, like the room, or prison as I thought of it, had never been opened before. A sudden attack of nausea hit me then and the world started spinning.
I can't remember anything.
"You Are The One."
Who said that, "Is someone there?" I looked around the room, expecting to see the person who had spoken. There was no one in the room.
"Follow Your Past. Beware the Future."
The Voice came again. What past was it talking about, I can't even remember my name.
"DO NOT TRUST THE WHITE GU..."
The voice disappeared before it could continue. Apparently, this is either a ghost or my mind playing tricks on me.
I pondered what the voice spoke about in my head, then I came back.
When I was finally able to get my senses back in order, I heard something that made my heart race, the creaking sound of rusty, old door hinges swinging open. The light that flooded the room through the door temporarily blinded me, but as the door was closed again, my eyes were able to adjust and see something that startled me.
There was a figure standing near the door. Tall and imposing, the person looked human enough to me but I couldn't make out any of his features. He started advancing towards me, taking a slow and controlled step, that's when I noticed it. The figure seemed to be SHINING, but there was barely any light in the room, how in the world?!
The figure was now standing right in front of me, but I still couldn't make out any of his features. There seemed to be a metal sheet covering most of his face. I presumed the figure was male. He seemed built and strong, with a large plumed helmet like a chocobo on his head. Wait a minute, what the hell is a chocobo ?!
The man nudged my slumped shoulder, as if he thought I was asleep and needed waking. I couldn't understand it then but suddenly, I felt so cold. Shivering on the straw bed, the person seemed to notice this, and with a gruff but slightly pitiful tone said " Come now, your sentence has been passed. You are free to leave. "
What in the world was this guy talking about ?!
