Hoodeezles!!!! Sorry I just felt like saying that. What
up? I'm typing this while watching Bring It On! That Move is soooo
hilarious!! Anywayz, this is the first chapter of a who knows how long
story. Hope ya like!
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Chapter One: Defiance
A beautiful princess, a ship, a captain, a black mage all swirled into one dream. Then suddenly, all of it collided with a picture of a spirit, or Isis, as they called it, who helped him. Then a man in front of a fire in a red velvet chair who was smoking a pie. Then the man came towards all the people in the dream with a dagger and-
10- year- old Zidane woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Breathing hard. He was tired of the same dream that occurred every night. It was the crack of dawn and nobody seemed to be up except the servants.
Zidane's mother died a year ago, in fact, a week ago was exactly a year ago. His father was a very stern man. They did not get along. Zidane was probably the odd duckling of the whole family. His father wanted them all to study business, but Zidane wanted to have adventures.
Zidane sat up in bed. He put his hand to his head and groaned. Ever since he was born, and every night he had that dream, his head hurt worse.
The dream came more frequently now. Every night to be exact.
He got up and walked around his room and looked out his window. He saw the servants tending the garden. One of whom he favored, Sasha. She was 17. Beautiful. Graceful. The only one he could trust with his thoughts. He walked over to the mirror to take a look at himself. But before he could get to the mirror, he tripped on something. His tail.
"God damn tail!" he said
He was the only one in the family who had a tail. No one knew why, but he did. He would be so perfect in looks without his tail he always thought.
Sasha came in.
"Master Zidane." She said as she curtsied.
"I told you Sasha, call me Zidane, not master, just Zidane. You're one of my really good friends. Hell, you're my only friend. You don't see me calling you mistress do you?" he said with a smile
" Well you're not a servant are you?" she said looking at Zidane as he gave her a look of protest.
"I put your clothes out early this morning. They're in your bathroom. I'm going to rum your water so you can take a bath." She continued
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After he took a bath and got dressed, he went down to the first floor of the manor to have breakfast in the dining hall with his father and brothers.
As he walked into the dining hall he bowed and said "Good morning father." Then he greeted his brothers, "Salazar, Cornelius, and Alexander."
Then he went to his chair. But again, he tripped on his tail. His brothers started laughing hysterically. His father put his hand up in order for them to stop. They stopped.
"What a clumsy fool I have for a son. Come here child and let me look at you." His father hissed.
Zidane walked over. His steps very slow. His eyes trembling with fear.
"Turn around." His father snapped, "that tail is what will keep you from getting hired and making your fortune."
Zidane rolled his eyes at the thought of running a business.
" You defy me young man. Why?" he said staring at him.
Zidane gulped. He looked at Sasha who nodded. He knew what he had to do. Sasha had always wanted him to stand up to his father.
" I don't want to study business! I want to have adventures!" he said stuttering
"No wonder you're my son. You're just like your mother a stupid dreamer." Then looking at Salazar, Cornelius, and Alexander and said, "But that didn't do her any good did it boys?" the three nodded "she's dead."
Zidane looked at his father, brothers, and all 3 were wearing the same scowl on their faces. Then he looked back at his father and said, "Damn you. Damn you for saying that about my mother. Your wife. I loved her. You loved her." He said trembling with anger.
"Love. Love. That's what you think it was? It was an arranged marriage you frickin fool! She was an idiot!" she said laughing
"She was beautiful!" Zidane said sitting down as Sasha poured his water.
" She was an oaf!" he argued
" In your opinion she was just because she was a dreamer!" Zidane snapped
" Shut up boy and eat!" his father screamed
Zidane threw down his napkin and ran outside. He loved the warmth of the sun on his face. He ran down to the oak tree that he and his mother had carved inside to make a hideout. No one knew of it except him, his mother, and Sasha. He wiped off his tears. He sat on a stool he put in there. Suddenly he heard a knock it was-
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Chapter One: Defiance
A beautiful princess, a ship, a captain, a black mage all swirled into one dream. Then suddenly, all of it collided with a picture of a spirit, or Isis, as they called it, who helped him. Then a man in front of a fire in a red velvet chair who was smoking a pie. Then the man came towards all the people in the dream with a dagger and-
10- year- old Zidane woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Breathing hard. He was tired of the same dream that occurred every night. It was the crack of dawn and nobody seemed to be up except the servants.
Zidane's mother died a year ago, in fact, a week ago was exactly a year ago. His father was a very stern man. They did not get along. Zidane was probably the odd duckling of the whole family. His father wanted them all to study business, but Zidane wanted to have adventures.
Zidane sat up in bed. He put his hand to his head and groaned. Ever since he was born, and every night he had that dream, his head hurt worse.
The dream came more frequently now. Every night to be exact.
He got up and walked around his room and looked out his window. He saw the servants tending the garden. One of whom he favored, Sasha. She was 17. Beautiful. Graceful. The only one he could trust with his thoughts. He walked over to the mirror to take a look at himself. But before he could get to the mirror, he tripped on something. His tail.
"God damn tail!" he said
He was the only one in the family who had a tail. No one knew why, but he did. He would be so perfect in looks without his tail he always thought.
Sasha came in.
"Master Zidane." She said as she curtsied.
"I told you Sasha, call me Zidane, not master, just Zidane. You're one of my really good friends. Hell, you're my only friend. You don't see me calling you mistress do you?" he said with a smile
" Well you're not a servant are you?" she said looking at Zidane as he gave her a look of protest.
"I put your clothes out early this morning. They're in your bathroom. I'm going to rum your water so you can take a bath." She continued
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After he took a bath and got dressed, he went down to the first floor of the manor to have breakfast in the dining hall with his father and brothers.
As he walked into the dining hall he bowed and said "Good morning father." Then he greeted his brothers, "Salazar, Cornelius, and Alexander."
Then he went to his chair. But again, he tripped on his tail. His brothers started laughing hysterically. His father put his hand up in order for them to stop. They stopped.
"What a clumsy fool I have for a son. Come here child and let me look at you." His father hissed.
Zidane walked over. His steps very slow. His eyes trembling with fear.
"Turn around." His father snapped, "that tail is what will keep you from getting hired and making your fortune."
Zidane rolled his eyes at the thought of running a business.
" You defy me young man. Why?" he said staring at him.
Zidane gulped. He looked at Sasha who nodded. He knew what he had to do. Sasha had always wanted him to stand up to his father.
" I don't want to study business! I want to have adventures!" he said stuttering
"No wonder you're my son. You're just like your mother a stupid dreamer." Then looking at Salazar, Cornelius, and Alexander and said, "But that didn't do her any good did it boys?" the three nodded "she's dead."
Zidane looked at his father, brothers, and all 3 were wearing the same scowl on their faces. Then he looked back at his father and said, "Damn you. Damn you for saying that about my mother. Your wife. I loved her. You loved her." He said trembling with anger.
"Love. Love. That's what you think it was? It was an arranged marriage you frickin fool! She was an idiot!" she said laughing
"She was beautiful!" Zidane said sitting down as Sasha poured his water.
" She was an oaf!" he argued
" In your opinion she was just because she was a dreamer!" Zidane snapped
" Shut up boy and eat!" his father screamed
Zidane threw down his napkin and ran outside. He loved the warmth of the sun on his face. He ran down to the oak tree that he and his mother had carved inside to make a hideout. No one knew of it except him, his mother, and Sasha. He wiped off his tears. He sat on a stool he put in there. Suddenly he heard a knock it was-
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