I Am The Wind
by Pegasia Silverfeather
Disclaimer: Don't own FF8. Nah nah can't sue me now!
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What if I were to tell you that I wasn't always like I am now?
No, I was born colorful. Long wavy cheastnut hair that I once took great pride
in. My eyes had been a rich brown as well. I had been normal, maybe you could
even say pretty. Yet, I prefer myself now.
I grew up poor in a crime infested city. My parents were practicly non-existent
and I was alone most of the time. This was not such a bad thing to me because I
always had the winds.
At a young age I discovered that I was constantly stalked by a breeze. I at
first hated the gust of wind for minor inconveniences. Soon my solitary
lifestyle got the best of me and my loneliness forced me into a great love for
the wind.
When I turned 13 I became a scholar to the whispers of the winds. Learning their
language and understanding their wisdom.
One day, as I especialy felt pathetic because it was my 15th birthday, I climbed
atop a small shed. My heart raced, I felt that something was going to change
forever.
The winds whispered warnings which I chose to ignore. I lay asleep on the wooden
roof. My name echoed in the breeze stirring me to reality. Of course the name was
different then. Then they whispered for me to smile. In return they clensed my
heart and soul of all pain.
"Long ago," It said in a harsh one word breezes. " You were chosen to have our
strength. We are with you. Do you want us?" I knodded. Why not hold my greatest
love to my heart? The wind roared from the trees.
Mechanically I raced to my feet. A loud roar ripped threw the air as a cyclone
of wind spun around me as it painfully wormed it's way into my heart. I fell
from the roof in my silent agony. Swiftly the picked me up and set me gently to
the ground. Before I slipped into the tempting world of oblivian it whispered.
"Speak, Walk, Think, Act, Look like and be the winds young Fujin."
When I awoke I felt different. My left eye burned with the powers of the wind.
As I raised a hand to my face I discovered that my previously sun-tanned skin
was now paler then snow.
Opening my right eye I could only see long strands of silver covering my eyes.
Getting home late I walked right infront of my mother without her noticing.
"Odd." I had thought.
Stepping normally I forgot about the creaky hallway floor all to late. Only
after I opened my right eye did I realize that I had made no noice. Swiftly I
reached my room.
Looking into the mirror I was not suprised when I saw that my appearence was
different Nor was I upset that the color was gone. Rather, I liked the simple
look that the lack of pigmentation brought.
My hair, long tresses of silver, matched with my white face and ruby red right
eye. However, my left eyes was solid black with a rapid twister running free.
People would fear me for my gift, that I understood. Putting a patch over the
powerfull eye, I looked into the mirror.
I was beautiful. Yet, that was not what I wanted. A need to fight burned in my
heart and I dared not keep the look. Quickly I braided my hair and with one
swift slash of a razar sharp knife I was now Fujin, the tomboy soldier baring
the soul of the winds.
The wind whistled at my window. Walking over and letting it in, I stood back as
the wind formed itself into a solid form. A weightless giant shurikan now rested
in my hands.
"Fujin, seek out the one chosen by the lightning and he of the sun."
Walking away from the dirty houses I said good-bye to my past and walked away
forever...
I am the wind
Unheard unless listioned for
Unseen unless looked at
Unwanted unless I want you
Protective, Honest and True
If you forget me,
I will disapear
But remember
I am still here.
by Pegasia Silverfeather
Disclaimer: Don't own FF8. Nah nah can't sue me now!
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What if I were to tell you that I wasn't always like I am now?
No, I was born colorful. Long wavy cheastnut hair that I once took great pride
in. My eyes had been a rich brown as well. I had been normal, maybe you could
even say pretty. Yet, I prefer myself now.
I grew up poor in a crime infested city. My parents were practicly non-existent
and I was alone most of the time. This was not such a bad thing to me because I
always had the winds.
At a young age I discovered that I was constantly stalked by a breeze. I at
first hated the gust of wind for minor inconveniences. Soon my solitary
lifestyle got the best of me and my loneliness forced me into a great love for
the wind.
When I turned 13 I became a scholar to the whispers of the winds. Learning their
language and understanding their wisdom.
One day, as I especialy felt pathetic because it was my 15th birthday, I climbed
atop a small shed. My heart raced, I felt that something was going to change
forever.
The winds whispered warnings which I chose to ignore. I lay asleep on the wooden
roof. My name echoed in the breeze stirring me to reality. Of course the name was
different then. Then they whispered for me to smile. In return they clensed my
heart and soul of all pain.
"Long ago," It said in a harsh one word breezes. " You were chosen to have our
strength. We are with you. Do you want us?" I knodded. Why not hold my greatest
love to my heart? The wind roared from the trees.
Mechanically I raced to my feet. A loud roar ripped threw the air as a cyclone
of wind spun around me as it painfully wormed it's way into my heart. I fell
from the roof in my silent agony. Swiftly the picked me up and set me gently to
the ground. Before I slipped into the tempting world of oblivian it whispered.
"Speak, Walk, Think, Act, Look like and be the winds young Fujin."
When I awoke I felt different. My left eye burned with the powers of the wind.
As I raised a hand to my face I discovered that my previously sun-tanned skin
was now paler then snow.
Opening my right eye I could only see long strands of silver covering my eyes.
Getting home late I walked right infront of my mother without her noticing.
"Odd." I had thought.
Stepping normally I forgot about the creaky hallway floor all to late. Only
after I opened my right eye did I realize that I had made no noice. Swiftly I
reached my room.
Looking into the mirror I was not suprised when I saw that my appearence was
different Nor was I upset that the color was gone. Rather, I liked the simple
look that the lack of pigmentation brought.
My hair, long tresses of silver, matched with my white face and ruby red right
eye. However, my left eyes was solid black with a rapid twister running free.
People would fear me for my gift, that I understood. Putting a patch over the
powerfull eye, I looked into the mirror.
I was beautiful. Yet, that was not what I wanted. A need to fight burned in my
heart and I dared not keep the look. Quickly I braided my hair and with one
swift slash of a razar sharp knife I was now Fujin, the tomboy soldier baring
the soul of the winds.
The wind whistled at my window. Walking over and letting it in, I stood back as
the wind formed itself into a solid form. A weightless giant shurikan now rested
in my hands.
"Fujin, seek out the one chosen by the lightning and he of the sun."
Walking away from the dirty houses I said good-bye to my past and walked away
forever...
I am the wind
Unheard unless listioned for
Unseen unless looked at
Unwanted unless I want you
Protective, Honest and True
If you forget me,
I will disapear
But remember
I am still here.