Disclaimer: Seiken Densetsu 3, and its association, does not belong to me in anyway. If it did…. Then it would, now wouldn't it? Think about it. However, any original characters and situation do belong to me, so I disclaimer them not. Got it? Excellent!
Author's Note: Well, here it goes… My newest attempt at fan fiction. This little story is going to be an experiment of mine, since I'm trying to write it without the consistent re-writes and edit sessions that I usually do, hence why I have few stories that see the light of day… ; Now, it's going to likely be fairly short, and the chapters will vary in length depending on my thought process at the time, however I do hope it will turn out okay. This is my first plunge into SD3 fan fiction, so I hope you enjoy it.
Quick plot run down? This is the story of the Black Rabite, before its appearance in Dragon's Hole. What if it was really human in the beginning? What if all the horror stories that came from its presence was not its own doing? Very AU, but, meh! It's fun.
Thanks, and please enjoy!
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Aureolus Dium, Despertarus Nox- The 'Tail' of the Black Rabite
Part 1: "Digression"I will always remember that day…
When the winds of the mountains began to slow in their fury.
When the last of the oasis finally disappeared in blazing sun.
When the icy tundra began to become colder than ever before.
When the sun rose on the forest of moonlight for the first time.
When the lush grasslands became parched with drought.
When the wild crash of the waterfalls hushed to a mere trickle.
I will always remember the day, when the Goddess of Mana perished from the world.
For it struck deep in the hearts of every living creature, created by Her, and in turn all felt sorrow and loss.
And yet, as much as the world mourned for Her, I was torn between my own grief, and the shameful joy I hadn't felt for so many years.
Because, it was on that very day, I was finally free.
When people hear my name, it is enough to send fear down their spines. I was a nightmare, a devilish fable, or a horror in the dark, used to scare children as they tucked in for the night.
Deadly, they said, as they glanced into the shadows. One look and it will be your last. Fatal is your meeting with the Black Rabite.
How ironic that one of smallest and most innocent of the mischievous creatures in world had such a violent cousin.
It was true enough that I could have lived for hundreds of years on the bones of my victims that trespassed so deliberately into my den, as they sought my corpse for a war prize; though I never did.
I was a killer. A murderer of the most careless sort.
And pathetically enough, I used to be human.