Dead Men tell no tales
This story is psycho, psycho, psycho!!!
Blah...I have no life. See people? This is what too much caffeine and fried foods do to you!
Prologue:
In a cold, lifeless, shadowy part of the world, the land lay in an unusual silence. No birds would fly there and no animal or beast would there tread. No travelers would wander across the forgotten paths that crisscrossed the land. It was an ominous silence.
The battle had been fought. The victors had long since departed and those who had failed remained in eternal rest. The only sounds were those the wind made as it blew over rocks and broken pipe reeds.
Below in the roots of the withered Iifa Tree, a young woman walked gracefully, casually, as if the history of the dead monolith meant nothing to her. Her long blond hair flowed behind her, sometimes falling across her dark blue eyes. Most striking about her appearance, though, were the wings that ruffled at her back. An angel. A follower of Alexander. She seemed to float rather than walk. Her white and gold dress billowing a bit in the breeze. She was surrounded by a gentle aura that made her glow softly. The angel's eyes scanned the dead tree roots. She was looking for a specific place. Her mouth was drawing into a frown. "Where are you?" She asked, her voice echoing off into the silence. "Why can't I find you?" She looked up. The browned leaves that still clung to the tree's branches blotted out the sky. She spread her beautiful white wings and floated up into the air. "I'm coming for you my love. Have no fear, for I will find you." Her voice was like a song without music. Haunting and sweet.
She drifted to a place that had caught her attention: a small pocket in the roots. She landed on the dry moss. Her eyes sad, she went to a figure lying on the ground. "So there you are. I have been looking for you." She knelt and held his upper body in her arms. "Look at you. You must have been dead for over a day now." The body was pale and stiff, but she smiled and traced his lips with her forefinger. "My dear Kuja. You were on my mind from the day I first laid eyes on you. So beautiful, feral, dangerous...what I always wanted."" She kissed him gently, lacing her fingers through his matted silver hair, "yet you chose to consort with that madman Garland, and that fool brother of yours." She leaned her cheek against his cold forehead and closed her eyes, rocking back and forth slowly. "You feared death, yet could not escape it. Now look what has happened to you. You were supposed to be mine." She laid him back down, then lay down next to him, and rested her head on his stomach. "Mine forever. A man as beautiful as you should not have died...Will you not awaken for me? Please awaken." She traced her lips down his lifeless body, "awaken for me, and take back your lost soul. The soul that will return you to the man which I so desire!" She kissed down his side.
Kuja's eyes flew open, but where the eyes should have been there was only blackness. The lids blinked over empty sockets. "Yes." The angel whispered, "awaken for me!"
He sat up. She floated back into the air. He looked up at her and stood. He leaned his head back, the bones cracked a few times, satisfied, he returned his attention to the angel hovering above him.
"Now you are awake," she smiled. His empty eyes betrayed no emotion. "Do you know me?" She asked.
Without moving any facial muscles, except those that worked his mouth, he spoke, "Vatica."
This story is psycho, psycho, psycho!!!
Blah...I have no life. See people? This is what too much caffeine and fried foods do to you!
Prologue:
In a cold, lifeless, shadowy part of the world, the land lay in an unusual silence. No birds would fly there and no animal or beast would there tread. No travelers would wander across the forgotten paths that crisscrossed the land. It was an ominous silence.
The battle had been fought. The victors had long since departed and those who had failed remained in eternal rest. The only sounds were those the wind made as it blew over rocks and broken pipe reeds.
Below in the roots of the withered Iifa Tree, a young woman walked gracefully, casually, as if the history of the dead monolith meant nothing to her. Her long blond hair flowed behind her, sometimes falling across her dark blue eyes. Most striking about her appearance, though, were the wings that ruffled at her back. An angel. A follower of Alexander. She seemed to float rather than walk. Her white and gold dress billowing a bit in the breeze. She was surrounded by a gentle aura that made her glow softly. The angel's eyes scanned the dead tree roots. She was looking for a specific place. Her mouth was drawing into a frown. "Where are you?" She asked, her voice echoing off into the silence. "Why can't I find you?" She looked up. The browned leaves that still clung to the tree's branches blotted out the sky. She spread her beautiful white wings and floated up into the air. "I'm coming for you my love. Have no fear, for I will find you." Her voice was like a song without music. Haunting and sweet.
She drifted to a place that had caught her attention: a small pocket in the roots. She landed on the dry moss. Her eyes sad, she went to a figure lying on the ground. "So there you are. I have been looking for you." She knelt and held his upper body in her arms. "Look at you. You must have been dead for over a day now." The body was pale and stiff, but she smiled and traced his lips with her forefinger. "My dear Kuja. You were on my mind from the day I first laid eyes on you. So beautiful, feral, dangerous...what I always wanted."" She kissed him gently, lacing her fingers through his matted silver hair, "yet you chose to consort with that madman Garland, and that fool brother of yours." She leaned her cheek against his cold forehead and closed her eyes, rocking back and forth slowly. "You feared death, yet could not escape it. Now look what has happened to you. You were supposed to be mine." She laid him back down, then lay down next to him, and rested her head on his stomach. "Mine forever. A man as beautiful as you should not have died...Will you not awaken for me? Please awaken." She traced her lips down his lifeless body, "awaken for me, and take back your lost soul. The soul that will return you to the man which I so desire!" She kissed down his side.
Kuja's eyes flew open, but where the eyes should have been there was only blackness. The lids blinked over empty sockets. "Yes." The angel whispered, "awaken for me!"
He sat up. She floated back into the air. He looked up at her and stood. He leaned his head back, the bones cracked a few times, satisfied, he returned his attention to the angel hovering above him.
"Now you are awake," she smiled. His empty eyes betrayed no emotion. "Do you know me?" She asked.
Without moving any facial muscles, except those that worked his mouth, he spoke, "Vatica."
