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Warrior Soul
Part I: Chosen one
By Tanthalas Fierolobo
"Who says?"
- Squall Leonhart, to Quistis.
PROLOGUE
Squall was tired of his life. Tired of
fighting, tired of the leadership that tied him, tired of who said they were
his friends. He finally had realized, SeeDs were hired assassins, professional
killers. He didn't want to be an assassin for the rest of his life. A night
after defeating Ultimecia, he took a decision. He gathered the few belongings
he had in his dormitory, picked up some money and, leaving home, friends and
love, went out of garden, Shiva as only company. His home would be under the
moon. His destiny was under the stars. He ran through the asphalt, without
looking back. In garden, inside what had been his office, over the commander's
desk, laid his gunblade; beside it, his necklace: a mute note of farewell.
Squall promised to himself he would
never hold a weapon again.
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