Maybe I'm a Lion
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**This chapter's a lot shorter than the ones before, namely because I'm doing it in secret instead of my homework :)**
Squall grasped the cool silver band that hung morosely on the chain around his neck. It lay against his skin; although the metal was cool, it seared like an eternity of ice-like fire. There was no other way to describe the feeling that shuddered through his body when the ring brushed his skin. Yet it made him feel complete; it took him to Rinoa, if only in ideals, if only in his visuals, in his mind's eye.
He lifted a hand mechanically to his emerald-sapphire eyes to wipe away the liquid crystals beading the dark lashes. There had to be something he could do, somewhere he could go to find her. In his mind contact with "Ellone", he had been almost positive that he was talking to Ultimecia, a sorceress he thought he had defeated; yet it had been Ellone's voice, Ellone's way of speech. Was the sorceress trying to trick him, or was this all a horrendous double bluff? All that he knew for sure was that Rinoa was completely at her mercy, and that a plan called "Exterminatinon" was underway. And what could he do? Lie here immobilised on his dormitory bed, fighting the rising scream of sorrow and frustration within him. No. He would do something. He would save his angel.
Squall closed his eyes, imagining the softness of her shimmering black hair spilling over her shoulders, the honey of her lips on his. Would he ever taste that honey again? Or was it now ambrosia; the sacred food of the gods, to be untouched by taboo, yet stolen by Satan, to never be touched by any deity again? The reality of the situation hit him with full force, all at once. The tears he had shed before, all the grief he had experienced up till now; all were overshadowed by the looming prospect of never hearing his angel's song again. Squall collapsed on the floor, the strength leaving him. "Oh, Hyne, Rinoa!!"
***
"Garden's falling apart." uttered slender, sapphire-eyed Quistis Trepe in low, urgent tones to her friends Selphie, Zell and Irvine. All of them were clustered on the bridge of Garden, debating on what course of action to take about Rinoa's disappearance. Selphie, usually exuberant and light-hearted even in the grimmest of situations was subdued, Zell's head was hung and his usually thrashing fists hung limply at his sides, and Irvine -
Irvine was simply standing in taciturnity, a tear sliding from the corner of each eye.
"I don't know what's happened, what's going to happen.", said Quistis, her voice shaking slightly. "Squall's a wreck - he seems to have lost faith, is even blaming himself - "
"I know what you mean", whispered Selphie. "He keeps walking around like a zombie, muttering "If I hadn't had that dream, would she have gone? Was it me? Did I send her away?"
Zell lifted his head, his eyes unusually wet. "What if Squall was sent the dreams? What if it wasn't his dream that caused her disappearance, but it was her disappearance that caused the dream? You follow me?"
"Ye-es", said Quistis slowly. "But the only woman who can send people dreams - who we know - is Ellone. And Ellone is - "
No-one was able to explain what Ellone was. Ellone was the sorceress? Extremely unlikely. Perhaps, it was just a decoy. A trap. But how were they to know for sure? There was only one way to find out.
"We have to travel back to Ultimecia's reign. Into compressed time."
That was Squall, breaking his silence. His lean figure was stationed on the platform of the bridge. His face was white, and streaked with tears, but his features were set and determined. His voice was firm and assured. The others automatically trusted him. There was something in his eyes that was telling them to believe him, to trust him -
"Doctor Odine, in Esthar. We can ask him to send us back into the time warp. He'll - He'll know how. We have to concentrate our thoughts on that place, Ultimecia's castle. If we want to, we'll get there. We might get back. We might not. But it's our only shot. For - for Rinoa."
As if he was proposing a toast, or even if he was giving the speech at a funeral, everyone sombrely muttered after him, "For Rinoa". With that, the plan was accepted, any qualms overruled. There was no turning back now.
Squall raised his eyes up to the cerulean sky, squinting into the sun. He smiled, softly, gently, hoping that Rinoa would know he was thinking of her. Under his breath, he whispered to the wind,
"I'll always love you, Rin. Don't stop loving me."
The words had disappeared almost before he had said them, carried away on the balmy breeze that ruffled his jagged hair. His fingers found Rinoa's ring and stroked it gently. It would take him to her. It would help him. It was his friend, something reliable, something -
***
Aeons away, Rinoa Heartilly thought desperately, with her heart and soul combined in the thought, "For God's sake, Squall, don't put on the ring."
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**Disclaimer; I wish i owned these characters...but I don't. Damn it! (excuse my language...)**
PLEASE REVIEW! IF YOU'RE NOT INTENDING TO REVIEW, PLEASE EXIT NOW..ALTHOUGH I'D REALLY ADVISE YOU TO REVIEW...
**This chapter's a lot shorter than the ones before, namely because I'm doing it in secret instead of my homework :)**
Squall grasped the cool silver band that hung morosely on the chain around his neck. It lay against his skin; although the metal was cool, it seared like an eternity of ice-like fire. There was no other way to describe the feeling that shuddered through his body when the ring brushed his skin. Yet it made him feel complete; it took him to Rinoa, if only in ideals, if only in his visuals, in his mind's eye.
He lifted a hand mechanically to his emerald-sapphire eyes to wipe away the liquid crystals beading the dark lashes. There had to be something he could do, somewhere he could go to find her. In his mind contact with "Ellone", he had been almost positive that he was talking to Ultimecia, a sorceress he thought he had defeated; yet it had been Ellone's voice, Ellone's way of speech. Was the sorceress trying to trick him, or was this all a horrendous double bluff? All that he knew for sure was that Rinoa was completely at her mercy, and that a plan called "Exterminatinon" was underway. And what could he do? Lie here immobilised on his dormitory bed, fighting the rising scream of sorrow and frustration within him. No. He would do something. He would save his angel.
Squall closed his eyes, imagining the softness of her shimmering black hair spilling over her shoulders, the honey of her lips on his. Would he ever taste that honey again? Or was it now ambrosia; the sacred food of the gods, to be untouched by taboo, yet stolen by Satan, to never be touched by any deity again? The reality of the situation hit him with full force, all at once. The tears he had shed before, all the grief he had experienced up till now; all were overshadowed by the looming prospect of never hearing his angel's song again. Squall collapsed on the floor, the strength leaving him. "Oh, Hyne, Rinoa!!"
***
"Garden's falling apart." uttered slender, sapphire-eyed Quistis Trepe in low, urgent tones to her friends Selphie, Zell and Irvine. All of them were clustered on the bridge of Garden, debating on what course of action to take about Rinoa's disappearance. Selphie, usually exuberant and light-hearted even in the grimmest of situations was subdued, Zell's head was hung and his usually thrashing fists hung limply at his sides, and Irvine -
Irvine was simply standing in taciturnity, a tear sliding from the corner of each eye.
"I don't know what's happened, what's going to happen.", said Quistis, her voice shaking slightly. "Squall's a wreck - he seems to have lost faith, is even blaming himself - "
"I know what you mean", whispered Selphie. "He keeps walking around like a zombie, muttering "If I hadn't had that dream, would she have gone? Was it me? Did I send her away?"
Zell lifted his head, his eyes unusually wet. "What if Squall was sent the dreams? What if it wasn't his dream that caused her disappearance, but it was her disappearance that caused the dream? You follow me?"
"Ye-es", said Quistis slowly. "But the only woman who can send people dreams - who we know - is Ellone. And Ellone is - "
No-one was able to explain what Ellone was. Ellone was the sorceress? Extremely unlikely. Perhaps, it was just a decoy. A trap. But how were they to know for sure? There was only one way to find out.
"We have to travel back to Ultimecia's reign. Into compressed time."
That was Squall, breaking his silence. His lean figure was stationed on the platform of the bridge. His face was white, and streaked with tears, but his features were set and determined. His voice was firm and assured. The others automatically trusted him. There was something in his eyes that was telling them to believe him, to trust him -
"Doctor Odine, in Esthar. We can ask him to send us back into the time warp. He'll - He'll know how. We have to concentrate our thoughts on that place, Ultimecia's castle. If we want to, we'll get there. We might get back. We might not. But it's our only shot. For - for Rinoa."
As if he was proposing a toast, or even if he was giving the speech at a funeral, everyone sombrely muttered after him, "For Rinoa". With that, the plan was accepted, any qualms overruled. There was no turning back now.
Squall raised his eyes up to the cerulean sky, squinting into the sun. He smiled, softly, gently, hoping that Rinoa would know he was thinking of her. Under his breath, he whispered to the wind,
"I'll always love you, Rin. Don't stop loving me."
The words had disappeared almost before he had said them, carried away on the balmy breeze that ruffled his jagged hair. His fingers found Rinoa's ring and stroked it gently. It would take him to her. It would help him. It was his friend, something reliable, something -
***
Aeons away, Rinoa Heartilly thought desperately, with her heart and soul combined in the thought, "For God's sake, Squall, don't put on the ring."
Please review! It only takes a few seconds. I won't continue unless every single one of you reviews! And I can check! Big Brother is watching you....