Twillights of Time
Chapter 1 - Stranger
Walking along the beach, with the sun just rising made Rinoa feel refreshed. With long brown hair framing a heart-shaped face she had the look of perfect innocence...and beauty. Now wearing breeches that melds itself to her hips and a red silk coat she happily went on her way to the market.
But deep inside she was hurt. Yesterdays quarrels with her boyfriend made her think of him. She liked him but 'like' and 'love' were very far apart. It was just that none of her suitors suited her well.
All of her suitors were all rich, high ranking, young and handsome but most of them just wanted to gain even more standing through her. Her full name was Rinoa Lumina Heartilly. Her father was once a Guild Master but his biggest concern now was to get his two daughters married. And so that led her mind back to her lastest boyfriend.
Her soft brown eyes focused on a shape. It looked like a man. Lying motionless by the sea.
She quickly ran to him. She turned him over and was relieved to her him breathe but it was short and shallow. "Quick help him!" she shouted. From what seemed like nowhere two men emerged. Her bodyguards easily carried the stranger. Her only thoughts was of him.
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Pacing outside the door, Rinoa was filled with worry. For the last half hour the doctor was ministering to the stranger. She was not sure why she was worried, usually she would just have shrugged it off...but there was something about him.
Rinoa looked at her sister waiting by the door. She had pale brown hair that barely reached her shoulders. Wearing white silk dress with a decent neckline, she looked up and met Rinoas' eyes. One blue and one green the mark of a summoner.
Yuna Lumina Lesca is a promising young summoner but as of now able to summon only one summon that is Ifrit - the fire demon.
The opening of the door brought the two of them to focus on the doctor emerging. Shaking his head and nearly sighing, the ageing doctor looked even more tired then that when he was first called. Giving a start, the doctor put his hand on his chin and began tapping his cheek. " First I would like to say he is alive. He has not only nearly drowned but has obtained numerous wounds on his body though none of them mortal. I don't think he has any internal injuries, he-" "Can we see him?" interrupted Rinoa. "Of course you can but try not to wake him."
Yuna, giving her sister a small smile, opened the door for them.
Drawing a deep breath, Rinoa carefully stepped into the room.
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Squall felt hands on him. Touching him, probing him. Fingers came in contact with his wounds. He felt as if he was burning alive. But he knew the feeling of Larleaf ointment; it will burn like hell at first then a calm sooth will set in. Pretending he was still a sleep, Squall carefully flexed his fingers.
Soon the careful close of the door allowed Squall to open his eyes, looking around he saw a small white washed room. Covered in a white blanket up to his neck, Squall pushed it away and immediately began searching for a weapon. Grabbing a small knife, better used for cutting cloth, Squall pretended to be asleep again.
Two distinct set of footsteps could be heard entering the room. Squall steeled himself. He would not be tortured or hurt in anyway again. Clenching his teeth and tightening his fist, he would go down fighting.
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A/N - R&R PLz. Have fun all.
Chapter 1 - Stranger
Walking along the beach, with the sun just rising made Rinoa feel refreshed. With long brown hair framing a heart-shaped face she had the look of perfect innocence...and beauty. Now wearing breeches that melds itself to her hips and a red silk coat she happily went on her way to the market.
But deep inside she was hurt. Yesterdays quarrels with her boyfriend made her think of him. She liked him but 'like' and 'love' were very far apart. It was just that none of her suitors suited her well.
All of her suitors were all rich, high ranking, young and handsome but most of them just wanted to gain even more standing through her. Her full name was Rinoa Lumina Heartilly. Her father was once a Guild Master but his biggest concern now was to get his two daughters married. And so that led her mind back to her lastest boyfriend.
Her soft brown eyes focused on a shape. It looked like a man. Lying motionless by the sea.
She quickly ran to him. She turned him over and was relieved to her him breathe but it was short and shallow. "Quick help him!" she shouted. From what seemed like nowhere two men emerged. Her bodyguards easily carried the stranger. Her only thoughts was of him.
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Pacing outside the door, Rinoa was filled with worry. For the last half hour the doctor was ministering to the stranger. She was not sure why she was worried, usually she would just have shrugged it off...but there was something about him.
Rinoa looked at her sister waiting by the door. She had pale brown hair that barely reached her shoulders. Wearing white silk dress with a decent neckline, she looked up and met Rinoas' eyes. One blue and one green the mark of a summoner.
Yuna Lumina Lesca is a promising young summoner but as of now able to summon only one summon that is Ifrit - the fire demon.
The opening of the door brought the two of them to focus on the doctor emerging. Shaking his head and nearly sighing, the ageing doctor looked even more tired then that when he was first called. Giving a start, the doctor put his hand on his chin and began tapping his cheek. " First I would like to say he is alive. He has not only nearly drowned but has obtained numerous wounds on his body though none of them mortal. I don't think he has any internal injuries, he-" "Can we see him?" interrupted Rinoa. "Of course you can but try not to wake him."
Yuna, giving her sister a small smile, opened the door for them.
Drawing a deep breath, Rinoa carefully stepped into the room.
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Squall felt hands on him. Touching him, probing him. Fingers came in contact with his wounds. He felt as if he was burning alive. But he knew the feeling of Larleaf ointment; it will burn like hell at first then a calm sooth will set in. Pretending he was still a sleep, Squall carefully flexed his fingers.
Soon the careful close of the door allowed Squall to open his eyes, looking around he saw a small white washed room. Covered in a white blanket up to his neck, Squall pushed it away and immediately began searching for a weapon. Grabbing a small knife, better used for cutting cloth, Squall pretended to be asleep again.
Two distinct set of footsteps could be heard entering the room. Squall steeled himself. He would not be tortured or hurt in anyway again. Clenching his teeth and tightening his fist, he would go down fighting.
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A/N - R&R PLz. Have fun all.
