So... It's been a while everyone! I'm grateful for all of the patience of those who actually found my story interesting and chose to help me by encouraging me to get off of my lazy butt and get back to work! It brings a tear to my eye to see all of these people with their chainsaws and their pitchforks and their interesting glowing torches of fire at my front door threatening me daily to continue this story and to update, and I quote, "as soon as friggin' possible!" unquote.
I shall not disappoint! Here it is ladies and gentlemen! Chapter 7 of Things Better Left Unsaid! Prelude to Truths! Whoo! (Fanfare!)
... I'm the only one excited about this aren't I?
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Dark. Cloud. Capiche? (tear) I really wish I did though... Forever and all of his friends' names are ALL MINE though! BwaHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Author's note: "Star Ocean: The Last Hope" was a decent game. Just got through disc one! Double WHOO!
"Goodmorning Forever... How did you sleep?" The Mayor said numbly as he hobbled into the living room. I turned my head slightly to acknowledge him, nodding silently in reply as I once again turned my attention back to the large piece of eyecandy in front of me.
'Page 346... only 457 more pages to go...' I thought callously as I stared down the Manual that the Fairy King had so wonderfully supplied me with the day before. I spent all night looking through these pages...
...And I was extremely confused... What the Dran was a O button anyway?...
Or a square button?...
And what the Dran was a Main Menu any way? How does he expect me to 'study this well', if I don't even know what to do with half of the things here anyway? I sighed hotly, and the Mayor sat down besides me on the couch. His eyes studied the open pages I was on then turned to me carefully before asking the all omni-potent question...
"So... what's a square button...?"
I smacked my hand against my forehead irritably, knowing full well that when I removed my hand there would be a nice red hand print embedded into my cranium. My eye twitched visibly as I turned my head to stare at him, my eyes drilling holes into his skull. The Mayor's face turned a pale white as he stood up. His feet moved him ever so slowly back into his pantry where he closed the door and locked in quietly. I sighed aloud. As much as I fail to let on, I actually did learn a lot out of the Manual. I learned about the Dashers and the Cave Bats and the other assorted creatures that I've come into contact with in Divine Beast Cave. And I found things called 'Attribute Slots' on the side of my Dagger. Who knew right? I closed the book quietly and stood up slowly. It was time...
"I get it..." I said before he had the chance to talk to me.
You do...?" The Fairy King enquired with a quizzical look.
"Yes..." I showed him the manual, and the makeshift bookmark I made with piece of wheat I plucked from the outter walls of the Norune Valley. It was nestled neatly near the middle of the book, page 402. He smiled brightly, almost twisting his face into a look of extreme psychotic pleasure.
"... No one's ever actually gone through the Manual..." And with that the Fairy King burst into a gall of patronizing laughter. I was tempted to slug him, but thought better of it at the last minute and instead resorted to doing worse. By now, he had fallen onto the floor and whas crying tears of joy. He was rolling around the floor, the laughter in sudden horrid stereo as the Fairy King's braying echoed off of the hard clay walls of Divine Beast Cave's 5th floor.
"See you around Fairy King..." I said quietly as i stepped. There was a muffled yelp of pain underneath my foot as I walked over him briskly and without remorse. I was already too far into the labyrinth to figure out what he was saying on his lecture on how ungrateful I was towards him for giving me the manual in the first place. All I caught was:
"You..!"
"Goodfornothing...!"
"Son of a...-!" I tangled swords with a Skeleton Soldier, blocking out the end of the Fairy King's rant. As I crushed its skull with the hilt of my dagger with swift ease, I caught myself wondering about the cat on the second floor. Those eyes... they captivated me... yellow, stunning...
...Beautiful...
"It's a cat for crying out loud..." I scolded myself sullenly...
*Clang!*
"Damn it all...!" I cried out angrily as I blocked another strike of the scythe with my Bone Rapier. I guided the scythe's downward movement to the side of me as I stepped out of the way. The Stone Statue looked at me through the long sclit for his eyes on his helmet. He attempted a sideway swing, but I jumped up into a flip swiftly and landed on the flat end of the scythe. I looked at it irritantly as it attempted to shake me off to no avail. I ran up the length of the stone shaft and took a few slashes at the helmet of the stone statue. The helmet cracked, but before I could deal the final blow, a sharp pain impacted the side of my abdomen. I rolled across the ground, coming to a stop a ways away from the Stone Statue. I got on my knees, squeezed my eyes shut at the pain that overwhelmed me, and hunched over in agony. I coughed roughly and looked at the ground.
Blood was sprayed in an uninterpretable manner around the floor. I spit out the rest of the coppery tasting substance and opened my mouth to cry out in pain, but sound escaped me. I could hear hard footsteps echoing around me, each one closer than the last. I was disoriented: vision came and went, more than one Stone Statue appeared before me. The sound of the echoes came out soft, then they became thundering roars. I was losing conciousness. I needed to do something fast...
... The pain came sharp and strong. Vision became clearer, my sense of direction and balance returning. My hearing had returned to normal. I had bitten my tongue. A small stream of blood fell gently down the left side of my mouth, down my chin. The thick chrimson liquid fell to the ground as slowly as gentle cherry blossom petals fall in spring. I looked up, just in time to see the Stone Statue ready another downward swing at me. I closed my eyes...
This is it... I had a good run I guess... coulda done a hell of a lot better...
... Why...?
Don't you damn dare give up on me...! You can't!
I opened my eyes suddenly. There was hissing coming from above me...
A cat... THE cat... THE CAT! She was clawing at the helmet of the Stone Statue, effectively occupying the Stone Statue's time. The Stone Statue was trying unfruitfully to take the cat off of its helmet, but the cat only hissed and dodged each swipe with gentle ease. It clawed ruthlessly at the helmet, chipping solid stone pieces off of it like it was made of grass. The cat attempted to go for another swing but was grabbed ruthlessly by a stone hand. It meowed in pain and hissed at the Stone Statue defiantly. The Stone Statue eyed the creature with calous eyes before it brought her up above its head. It was going to throw it against the ground...
"NO!" I grabbed my Bone Rapier on the ground besides me and in one quick motion I got up on one knee and thrust the blade into the armor of the Stone Statue's chest. The Stone Statue's grip loosened on the cat, and she came falling down. I slid between the legs of the Stone Statue and caught the cat in my arms. I craddled it tightly and stood up swiftly behind the Stone Statue, cat in my arms against my chest. She struggled in my grip and set herself up my poncho onto my left shoulder. I turned around in time to watch the Stone Statue crumble into dust. I caught my Bone Rapier in midair and sheethed it into my belt.
It was quiet after. Something sparked on the ground, and I bent over to see. The cat shifted it weight to accomodate my change in stature and she too seemed to inquire about the item on the ground.
"Huh, it's a Dran's Crest..." The cat pawed it curiously. The item in question had a circular appearance with two curved horns poking out of the top. In the center of the circular body held a green gem, an emerald maybe, but I doubted it. The cat jumped off of my shoulder and landed on the ground on all fours gracefully. She pawed the Dran's Crest a little more, and when it moved in her paws, she jumped excitedly and began to play with it, jumping this way and that and crawling around it as though it was watching her.
Maybe we're all being watched right now... The Dark Genie has that power doesn't he? It can probably be as easy as blinking for him to look off into the distance to see the happenings of now, to see the rebels that might be out there. He's the ultimate Seer, and we are the workers in his fields of corn. You don't work, you get punished. You defy the Seer of the fields, you get punished...
The laughter was coming back into my head again, accompanied by the voice that tells me there's no point to continuing my journey to defeat the Dark Genie. I'm beginning to think that maybe that voice does belong to the Dark Genie. I shook these thoughts out of my head and smiled at the cat. It look up at me from its game with the item on the floor, sensing eyes on itsself. Her eyes sparkled intelligently and for a moment I was caught in those eyes...
Hazel... that was the color of her eyes... Her? Yeah, I know its a her. I don't know how I know, but I just do, you know? Maybe not, but it doesn't matter right now. What matters right now is those eyes. Those entrancing, beautiful eyes. If she was a girl... if she was a human girl...
...I think I might be in love with a cat... ha ha. I took the Dran's Crest from her paws and went to the floor exit. The cat followed faithfully, and when we got into the sixth floor, she pulled another disappearing act through a wall again. It saddened me to see her disappear like that. I felt lonely again...
... It's best to keep walking.
I got a journal from the Mayor tonight. It looked much like an old book. It had a hard cover, red, with a gold spine. the pages within were blank. I smiled and thanked him with a nod. He smiled back cheerily and said, "It'll help. Just trust me. Okay?" I only nodded again in reply. I was beginning to think that I wasn't giving the Mayor enough credit for his ways of having his life. He just might be more than he seems. I'm greatful for this insight. I write it down in the journal before going to bed. I write a lot of things...
My name is Forever. Don't ask me about a last name, but then again, who is going to read this other than me right? Ha ha. I can talk in here, with me. I don't know if that's healthy or not, but you know? I never exactly cared for what others thought of me. I'm quiet, or at least, others tell me I'm quiet. I'm actually really talkative, well... when I want to be... I just don't think that words should be wasted on those who don't listen.
And a lot of people don't like to listen. Maybe I'm the way I am because I feel I have to listen for those who don't want to... Maybe that's why I don't talk unless I know I'm alone or if I... trust someone enough? I don't get the whole, I-won't-talk-to-other-people-thing either, but I do it. I'm not anti-scocial, I like people, I just don't like talking. There are other things I know too. I know-
Mimics scared the Fairies out of me today.
I'm in love with a cat.
The Fairy King is about the weirdest old guy I'll probably ever know.
I'm getting stronger... I think.
I scratched that last part out.
There should be a building permit for Dungeons.
There's more to the Mayor than meets the eye.
I'm in love with a cat.
I stopped. My fingers were cramping. Tomorrow was a new day. It would be Day 10 in a few hours. I threw the quilt the Mayor supplied me for the night over my head and fell asleep on the arm of the couch.
I was exhausted.
I dreamt of the Mimics that night, and of the cat... She was a girl...
Awww... he loves a cat. No, he's not antiscocial. He's forever. (Hahahahah...) I kill me...
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