Final Fantasy VIII: The Post War Manuscript
Prologue: Hope's Prophesy
Squall sat there on his bed, thinking of the time that had passed. He had been raised in garden to be a soldier. However, his work was finished. His new life seemed so different, contrary to his previous life. He had been trained to defend, to fight. Now...he was a normal nineteen-year-old man, engaged to Rinoa Heartilly, the girl of his dreams. He never figured out why he still remained cold. All he knew is that he had a fire within his heart...he loved her.
The town of Timber was one of the most normal places ever since the Sorceress War had ended. Galbadia had surrendered, and Timber gained independence. Peace reigned supreme. Of course, Squall hated politics. He wanted nothing to do with them anymore. All he cared about was Rinoa, Laguna and Ellone. However, he had not seen Zell, Selphie, Quistis, and...Seifer. He even stood at times, wondering if they had even survived Ultimecia. Seifer was probably dead for the most part. But Squall doubted he would see them before the wedding.
Squall sat up and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels with a boring expression hung upon his face. He impatiently turned the TV off and trotted down the stairs. Rinoa sat at her easel in the living room, not even noticing that Squall had entered. Laguna sat at the desk, writing an article for Timber Maniacs' upcoming issue
"'Morning Squall!" Laguna greeted, looking up from the glowing monitor of his computer.
"Oh...g'morning...Laguna..." Squall responded stagnantly.
"What a way to greet your dad, huh!" Laguna smiled and turned back to his writing. Squall walked quietly over to Rinoa who was clad loosely in her worn nightgown, brush in hand. He put his hands on her small, soft shoulders and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.
"Oh! Squall..." Rinoa squeaked in surprise as she turned to look at him, "Good-Good morning...I just want to get this done today, so...if I could just be left alone?"
"Oh...well...of course!" Squall said, thinking to himself. She just needed time alone.
~~
Squall walked down the streets of Timber, right outside the plaza. The city was a normal looking urban city which had soon gained it's independence. The market on the other end of the narrow path from the plaza bustled on, people bargaining for a cheaper price.
"What am I to do with my life...I don't even know what profession I want to be! What can I do that doesn't involve fighting?" Squall thought to himself as he flopped down onto a bench. He buried his head in his hands in frustration. He then shuffled around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. He started to write involuntarily, like some force deep within his mind, writing every thought:
Uncovering hope
Destroying the despair within
Banishing the evil
Revealing thy fate
Flight
The wings spread across the wind
Seeing all
Rejuvenation
And there was peace
Far across
For generations
Then there is the loss...
Squall stared at the scripture, confused, in wonder. What had he written? He sat, dazed, confused. He gained his consciousness and stuffed the paper in his pocket. He sat there for a moment, still confused at why he had written what he had. Never in his life had he written a piece of poetry, let alone a poem such as this. He stood up and headed off, wandering towards no destination, lost in the swamp of thoughts, a trance.
"Peace...will reign again, but then, how will it end?"
Prologue: Hope's Prophesy
Squall sat there on his bed, thinking of the time that had passed. He had been raised in garden to be a soldier. However, his work was finished. His new life seemed so different, contrary to his previous life. He had been trained to defend, to fight. Now...he was a normal nineteen-year-old man, engaged to Rinoa Heartilly, the girl of his dreams. He never figured out why he still remained cold. All he knew is that he had a fire within his heart...he loved her.
The town of Timber was one of the most normal places ever since the Sorceress War had ended. Galbadia had surrendered, and Timber gained independence. Peace reigned supreme. Of course, Squall hated politics. He wanted nothing to do with them anymore. All he cared about was Rinoa, Laguna and Ellone. However, he had not seen Zell, Selphie, Quistis, and...Seifer. He even stood at times, wondering if they had even survived Ultimecia. Seifer was probably dead for the most part. But Squall doubted he would see them before the wedding.
Squall sat up and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels with a boring expression hung upon his face. He impatiently turned the TV off and trotted down the stairs. Rinoa sat at her easel in the living room, not even noticing that Squall had entered. Laguna sat at the desk, writing an article for Timber Maniacs' upcoming issue
"'Morning Squall!" Laguna greeted, looking up from the glowing monitor of his computer.
"Oh...g'morning...Laguna..." Squall responded stagnantly.
"What a way to greet your dad, huh!" Laguna smiled and turned back to his writing. Squall walked quietly over to Rinoa who was clad loosely in her worn nightgown, brush in hand. He put his hands on her small, soft shoulders and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.
"Oh! Squall..." Rinoa squeaked in surprise as she turned to look at him, "Good-Good morning...I just want to get this done today, so...if I could just be left alone?"
"Oh...well...of course!" Squall said, thinking to himself. She just needed time alone.
~~
Squall walked down the streets of Timber, right outside the plaza. The city was a normal looking urban city which had soon gained it's independence. The market on the other end of the narrow path from the plaza bustled on, people bargaining for a cheaper price.
"What am I to do with my life...I don't even know what profession I want to be! What can I do that doesn't involve fighting?" Squall thought to himself as he flopped down onto a bench. He buried his head in his hands in frustration. He then shuffled around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. He started to write involuntarily, like some force deep within his mind, writing every thought:
Uncovering hope
Destroying the despair within
Banishing the evil
Revealing thy fate
Flight
The wings spread across the wind
Seeing all
Rejuvenation
And there was peace
Far across
For generations
Then there is the loss...
Squall stared at the scripture, confused, in wonder. What had he written? He sat, dazed, confused. He gained his consciousness and stuffed the paper in his pocket. He sat there for a moment, still confused at why he had written what he had. Never in his life had he written a piece of poetry, let alone a poem such as this. He stood up and headed off, wandering towards no destination, lost in the swamp of thoughts, a trance.
"Peace...will reign again, but then, how will it end?"
