Blue Magic: Prelude
'Didn't you ever wonder why you, anymore?'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, why you? Why do you are you the only one to wield Blue Magic? Doesn't that ever cross your mind?'
'... No, not really. I'm not the only one to have Blue Magic, maybe just at Garden I maybe...'
'Are you sure about that? How come you ended up at Sorceress Edea's orphanage?'
'What does Edea have to do with anything? Why did Zell? Why Selphie? Why the others ended at Edea's? You forget, I'm not the only one...'
'Fate, my dear, plays in strange roles. How is it that you happened to teach and prepare the Sleeping Lion to save the world?'
'Chance. There is a chance for everything. Fate is nothing more then an excuse for the weak.'
'What makes you so sure about that? What gives you that reassurance? Quisty, you should know better by now. Don't you remember your lessons on the beach?'
'...'
'You forgot everything, haven't you? No wonder you don't remember how you asked the question why you are the only one to wield Blue Magic.'
'I inherited the ability from my birth parents and know how to use it- there's nothing more to wonder about.'
'What makes you so sure? Have you ever listened to Dragons? Have they ever taught you their secrets?'
'This is insane. Dragons would rip anyone part who would try to "listen" to them...'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes.'
'Quisty, when did you ever try? Only time you've been near Dragons is when you had a hostile attitude and were with those who can't hear them.'
'Like I said, this is insane! Just who are YOU?'
'I'm sorry, but I can't answer that. Well, not right now. Who I am is an answer in your past. Listen to the monsters and beasts of the world, Quistis. Learn their secrets and watch the sea...'
'...'
'Don't you enjoy watching the sea?'
'Yeah...'
'The shades of blue are so beautiful. It remains me of when I was a child when sea Dragons would play with...'
'Sea Dragons would play with what?'
'The key is in your past, Quisty...'
Quistis sat up in her bed, her lithe body covered in soft sheen of sweat, and quivering from some unknown feeling that warped her body in a slight familiar demeanor. Her electric blue eyes glowed intensely as the SeeD teacher looked around for a moment for the dull glow of crimson of her clock.
4:37 AM? That dream seemed to go forever, the Card King thought in a slight daze. Finally blinking to break the slight mind-numbing lock of the clock, the teacher's thought turned to something else. The soft, peach toned skin teacher climbed to her long legs and stumbled into her bathroom in shuffle-like-walk.
Cradling her head for a moment, Quistis let the artificial light bath her in it's falseness. Why have her life for the past week been filled with dreams and half remains of someone memories. Is she going insane? Was something bothering her and was trying to make her deal with it?
Her silvery and golden hair that framed her delicate, high cheek-boned face in a feathery style was messy and tangled. Nightmares and emotional dreams always caused her to toss and turn thus tangling her silken hair, leaving her to spend half of the morning and day to fight with it. By the planet, how she hated it.
Brushing her fingers of the smooth surface of the glass, Quistis turned away from her reflection and focused her attention on taking a shower. A shower in which would be deeply gratifying in washing away the last of strange sleep, wash away the chills that ran through her body, and let her try to drown out the dreams.
'I'm not alone, anymore,' Quistis thought desperately as a wave of despair ran through her as she turned on the water. 'I have Seifer now, I can tell him anything...'
'Even about your dreams of talking with Dragons and watching the sea for something that's not real?' The teacher side of Quistis chided softly.
'I just can't keep this to myself... I need to tell someone!' Quistis thought wildly, as she pulled off her tee-shirt and boxers, tossing them into the hamper.
Pausing a moment, Quistis' eyes turned to her naked reflection in the mirror for a moment. A blue dragon tattoo on her back, left shoulder seemed to flare to life for a moment. The same tattoo that had haunted her in her sleep the night before with the same woman, asking about her childhood.
'Where did I get that tattoo, anyhow? I had it since I was a child,' Quistis thought, her thoughts turning back to the female voice in her dream talking about the sea and Dragons.
Climbing into the shower, Quistis mused out loud, "I bet Edea could help me. I think I could trust her. After all, she would be the one to know where I came from..."
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It's short, but it sets the stage for Chapter 1 which I plan to have at least done by this time next week, hopefully. Reviews and ideas are ALWAYS welcomed. Just no flames- those are just immature. Blah, blah, this part sucked.
~Akira