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I hafta continue this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Dragoon. Sony does. I'm doing this
for entertainment cuz my life is so wretchedly boring!!
SPOILERS!
Betrayed for Love: Chapter 2
"Perhaps you no longer share my feelings,
but do not forget... you once loved
me."
Shirley's voice
echoed in Rose's mind, over and over, repeating the sentence that would
haunt Rose for centuries to come. Rose brought down her sword with a loud
scream, her training partner fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Realizing
what she had just done, Rose dropped her sword with a gasp and kneeled
beside her fallen partner, frantically digging around her leather bag for
a healing potion. His blood was quickly gathering in a large crimson puddle
at her feet. Rose jumped to her feet and stepped back, with each breath,
her face was becoming unnaturally pale. She had always hated blood, it
made her feel nauseous.
"Are you alright?
You look a bit pale." Rose looked at the girl questioning her, yet her
eyes seemed to pass right through the girl.
"I killed him."
Rose murmured, shaking her head.
"He's not dead
yet," The blonde haired girl briefly touched Rose's arm and offered a compassionate
smile. "Don't worry, it wasn't your fault." She turned and walked towards
Rose's injured partner, carefully tending to his wounds.
Rose shook her head once more and
sat down on the bench against the wall, her head in her arms. It was my
fault! She thought. What possessed me to do that? If I had not regained
control, would I have killed him?
***
Rose laughed, a hollow bitter laugh.
Little did she know, it had only been the beginning. The beginning of the
slaying of the innocent.
***
Later, as Rose browsed through the
library, she picked up a book titled 'Soa'. She had never had an interest
in history, yet Zieg had spent countless hours in this very library, reading
'til dusk. Rose swiped a hand across the book and coughed as she breathed
in the dust. She opened the brown leather cover and glanced at the first
page. The edges were tinted yellow and the pages smelled old and musty.
She flipped through the book's pages, until she came across a passage that
caught her eye.
Several years of peace will pass
after the liberation of the 106th species. The God of Destruction shall
return to this world, in the form of a child. The child shall bring a holy
blessing upon this world of Chaos. This blessing will bring upon the end
of this corrupted world, as Soa intended. If that child should die before
it carries out the blessing, then it shall return every 108 years again
and again until it's duty has been fulfilled.
Rose gasped and hurried to the entrance
of the library. The librarian watched her surprised and jumped to her feet.
"Excuse me, Miss
Rose but you must sign your name here before you can take that book..."
"Later! I must
see Charle right away!" Rose ran towards Charle's room and burst through
the door. Charle was having afternoon tea with one of her governors. She
looked up at Rose and smiled.
"Why Rosie dear!
Would you like to join us for a cup of tea, we were just discussing..."
"Charle! Look
what I discovered in your library!" She thrust the book forward. Charle
slipped on her reading glasses and scanned the page Rose had shown her.
"Oh my, this
is indeed interesting. Corin, come look at this." The wingly girl stood
and hurried over, where she in turn paled. "Rosie dear, perhaps you should
leave this book with me, I will discuss it with my governors. It could
merely be a myth!"
"A myth? You
call this a myth? This book predicted the liberation of humans!" Rose yelled,
flustered.
"Rose, you need
to calm down. Go to your room and get some rest." Charle said gently. Rose's
head was spinning with too many thoughts to argue. She felt someone guide
her towards her room and she collapsed on her bed.
Rose opened her
eyes and quickly rose. She glanced in the mirror atop her dresser, her
raven hair was slightly tangled and her eyes were swollen, as though she
had been crying. Without a second glance, Rose rushed to Charle's conference
room. She could already hear the muffled voices of Charle and her governors
outside the large wooden door.
"Do you have
any idea what you are asking?" Charle yelled.
"It is but a
small sacrifice. What does this human girl mean to you anyway?" One of
the governors asked. Rose knew who they were speaking of, she pushed open
the doors and stormed in, ignoring the startled guards. Charle and her
12 governors looked up.
"Rosie dear!
We were just discussing the book you found."
"You need someone
to kill the child for you, don't you?"
"We were merely
saying that perhaps, Rose you would like to take upon this task?" One of
the governors looked at Rose hopefully.
"You are asking
me to sacrifice everything."
"Rose, you may
be a hero but you are afraid of death. In return for this favor, we shall
grant you immortality." Another governor spoke, grinning. Rose felt her
anger rise.
"What if I WANT
to die? All my family and friends are dead. Everything I hold dear to me
is lost! Do you have ANY idea how much pain I feel? I don't even know how
I muster enough strength to get through one day!"
"In time, this
pain will fade. Please Rose! This is the future of the world" Charle's
eyes pleaded.
"This is also
the future of me." Rose whispered, turning to leave.
"You're so selfish.
So goddamn selfish." Charle muttered, watching Rose's retreating back.
"Have you come
to a decision Rose?" Charle asked, smiling. She tucked a loose strand of
silvery hair behind her ear. Rose glared at Charle.
"I need some
more time."
"Rosie," Charle
sighed. "I need your decision soon."
"Look, Charle! I have
a lot on my mind. You of all people should know that."
"You want to
know... don't you? About Zieg and Shirley." Rose felt her pulse speed up,
but she would die before she let Charle know how much she wanted to know.
"They're a thing of
the past." Rose responded evenly. Charle looked into Rose's eyes, as though
she was taking a glimpse of her soul.
"Don't bother
trying to lie, Rosie." Charle smoothed down the front of her pale pink
dress. "If you want answers, go to Shirley."
"What do you
mean by that?" Rose asked, narrowing her violet eyes.
"Her spirit has
been spotted quite a few times. In fact, there is a shrine currently being
constructed in her honour."
"Where?" Rose
demanded. Charle grinned.
"Kill the moon
child and then we'll talk." Rose paused and thought for a moment. If she
didn't agree, she would never get the answers she wanted. This is for the
world as well, Rose thought. It's not only for me.
"Fine," she whispered.
She resisted the urge to wipe the thrilled expression off Charle's face.
"But you better keep your end of the bargain."
"Oh, don't worry
about that." Charle snapped her fingers and a servant immediately appeared
at her side. In the servant's hands was a black velvet case. Charle opened
the lid and withdrew a choker, it was covered in intricate silver designs.
"Beautiful, isn't it? It is the choker of immortality. Give me your dragoon
spirit." Rose hesitated, then gave her the violet stone. Charle took it
and attached it to the choker, she handed the choker to Rose.
"Wear it for
all eternity and you will not age a single day." Rose slowly placed the
choker around her throat. Immediately, she felt its effect. A cold feeling
rushed through her veins.
"There are some
side effects. From here on, you will display a lack of emotion. Now, in
order to kill the moon child, you must draw upon all the hatred and pain
in your heart."
"How?" Rose asked.
She felt strangely calm.
"Remember how
you almost killed your training partner that day? Do you remember what
you were thinking and feeling?"
"..."
"Every human
being has a monster waiting to be unleashed within them. The choker is
designed to help you unleash that monster. Let it possess you and you shall
be able to kill without guilt."
***
Charle had been
wrong, dead wrong. Rose clenched her fists, if Charle was around right
now, she would rip her heart out. Even after murdering so many moon children,
the guilt was still there. The moment she took off the choker, the guilt
would consume her entirely.
***
I can do this.
Rose thought, silently running up the steps to the cottage. She paused
outside the door. Unleash the monster. Charle's words echoed in her head.
Rose closed her eyes. clutching her rapier tightly and began to run through
her thoughts. Shirley. Zieg. Shirley. Immediately, Rose felt her hatred
and pain build, it slowly consumed her. Rose opened her eyes, she was in
dragoon form yet her wings were tattered, as though she had been battling.
Her body was covered in flames, yet it did not leave so much as a scathe.
She silently opened the door and slipped inside. Her eyes fell on the crib
in the corner. She walked up to it and glanced down at the baby, her eyes
emotionless. Rose picked up the sleeping baby and prepared to slit its
throat.
"What do you
think you're doing?" Rose turned around, starring at the baby's mother.
The woman gasped when she saw Rose's appearance. Rose heard someone laugh
and realized it had come from her. She grinned and slit the baby's throat
quickly. Crimson blood spilled over Rose's hands, she looked at the blood
running over her hands. Normally, the sight of blood made Rose cringe.
Perhaps this choker is good for something. Rose thought. She placed the
dead baby back in its crib and walked over to the hysterical woman.
"You sick monster!
How could you kill an innocent baby?" The woman sobbed. Rose kicked the
woman, she fell to the floor, a crumpled heap. "Who are you?" the woman
cried. Rose smiled, a sick, twisted smile. She withdrew her rapier and
looked down at her next victim.
"I am the black
monster."
Author's Note: Okay I got bored so I'm leaving my story like that. PLEASE
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