FateBinded Memories
I do not own Final Fantasy XII, it's characters, locations or anything from it. I own ly own Odella Muir Folles and this story.
'Chained by memories and people, how will fate deal with this woman bound by hardships and woe?'
Author's Notes
More of her past...blah blah blah. She's so angsty...it's annoying, these first few chapters.
Chapter 2: Remembrance
Del groaned slightly as she woke up, twisting her sore neck. 'God, it's impossible to sleep here. Like I would want to if I had the choice.'
She traced her finger along the floor, gathering dirt along her bare hand. She nearly cringe at the feeling of dirt covered skin. She wanted her normal clothing...her white gloves...her long leg-coverings. She despised the tattered rag she was forced to wear. The distasteful brown and dirty pice of fabric. It may have covered her midriff, which she was glad for, she supposed, but it was not as long as she would have liked. It barely covered her upper-thighs, leaving barely anything to the one's imagination. She just wanted to cover herself...to be warm...to be home...
Home. She didn't even have a home anymore. Ever since a year before...when she abandoned everything she once knew as the world...the truth.
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"Miss Folles! We require your assistance!" A man in armour yelled across a room, running towards her.
She smiled with a laugh. "How many times must I repeat myself? Call me Odella instead. ' She cracked her neck and continued with her talking. "May I ask what is needed of me?
"You have been given orders to head towards the area of Nabradia, with the second wave." He said, nervously fixing his helmet as he spoke.
Odella laughed once again, brushing parts of her bangs out of her face, revealing the recently healed eye, and the left-over scar. "It seems you can't have a break when fighting a war...It's not like i'd let the infirmary keep me any longer anyways." She said, her optimism flaring. "You won't be sent out for a while, hmm?
"Er...er, no ma'am! I'm still going to be used as a messenger here for quite a while!" He said, trying to keep his back stiff and soldier-like.
Odella smirked, walking towards the man. Smiling softly, she placed a finger on his chin. "If you do ever get sent out, I want you to be careful, okay Marcell?"
He froze for a while, until Odella moved to walk off. Waving her hand, she left with her back turned.
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Del hung her head down, her hair hanging in her face. 'Of all the things too remember...tch.'
Curling up so that her legs pressed against her chest, she wrapped her arms around them. It was cold, this cell. She wanted to stay warm. '...He was so oblivious...just as I was.' she said to herself mentally.
With a deep sigh, she forced herself up and began to examine her cell for the millionth time. She sighed and started to walk to the bars of the cell, slipping her arm through.
'If only I could fit..through.' she thought to herself as she managed to her leg and most of her shoulder in. She continued to try to push through. She muffled a groan as the top of her thigh being crushed by the bars, causing sharp pain. To her dismay, she pulled herself out of the bars.
"Dammit." she whispered, pulling at her hair with her left hand. "I can't stay in here...but I can't get out under these circumstances."
She started to pace around the cell out of frustration, thinking on ways to escape the cold, wet prison. 'This damned place...to have to escape it again...'
