Final Fantasy Gaiden
Chapter 3...Gasp!
by one Clockwork Pilot
"I do not have copyright or ownership over Final Fantasy 8 or any of its characters, except the plastic replicas I play with at home...."
It is done! *yippie* Please continue to tell me what you think and tell me how to improve. I live for feedback. Later, just for shits and giggles, I'll be giving the stats and miscellous gaming info on the main characters.
Thanks for encouraging me this far.
"Hyne created man in the image of his brother," Osamu scratched the side of his nose as he read aloud, stretching his legs under the library desk, "he gave man seed within himself; so that me might multiply of his own power-and woman, so that they might be the soil for mans seed to grow and prosper"
"But among the women there were those who were not content with their frame, three that went before him, called Nina, Freya, and Aeris"
"They stood before Hyne, and spoke he unto them, saying, 'Why do you stand assembled before me, when I am so near to resting?' "
He was alone in the library, with only the committee members killing time by playing cards. Since it was lunch everyone else was outside, in the cafeteria, or in the training center. For the most part, he enjoyed being able to hear himself think. Finding the tone of his voice soothing, glanced at the librarians to make sure he wasn't annoying them. Only focusing on their card game, they were thankfully oblivious. He didn't want people to start saying he talked to himself.
"Then they'd start thinking I'm some sort of freak...anyway...blah, blah, they stand assembled...Aeris, the eldest among them, stepped forward, saying, 'Great Hyne, Lord and Father, we were crafted to bear the seed of life, but for no other purpose' "
" 'Out limbs are weak, out legs are frail, and we have no endurance to work in the fields or hunt the monsters that plague you so' "
" 'It would be better to have the minds of bicthes and vixens, yea, to have the intelligence of beasts than to have a mind as keen as mans with such a useless body' "
"With this Hyne was much displeased, for what her word were true, 'Woman, I cannot unmake you and recreate your form. As a clay pot has dried, such is you body.' "
" 'I will make a covenant with you, woman, between you and I. If you bear the sons of man, I will give you each ( that is, the three, being Aeris, Nina, and Freya) of you a part of my power. It will be a great source of help to you, and when you go old, and are near death, you will pass it on to your daughters, and so that they were make use of it, and it shall be passed from generation to generation. You shall only pass your power unto woman, and not unto beast or man, or any other manner of being, lest they be cursed'"
Osamu thumbed through the footnotes of the King Edward's Translated Ancient Scriptures ( copyright 678 A.S.W*), slowly losing interest. He still had plenty of time before class started up again, at least half an hour. Picking up his checked out book (Bushido for Bakas) he headed towards the exit.
* * * * *
"What do you mean, 'Out of food'!?"
The lunch lady looked at him curiously, as if an insect was crawling out of the side of his face, "Look, kid, you know how it is. First come, first serve. Don't expect things to just change for you."
" I don't, I mean, we never ran out of food at my old garden..."
"Then why don't you just scee-daddle back there so I don't have to hear your belly aching, huh, kid?"
"I am not a kid, I'm 16 years old. Stop treating me like a child!"
A tall (even taller than Osamu), fresh faced boy walked up to the cashier, "Is this boy annoying you, ma'am?," he ran a small black comb through his wet brown hair and waited for her judgment.
"Uh...no, it's all right," she said in a rushed voice, "Everything's just fine. He's a transfer student, he just needs to get adjusted to things..."
The taller boy smirked at Osamu as if he was just the cutest, stupidest thing," I'm sorry for making assumptions. I thought you were trouble because you fought Fu-Ra-Ah, but I guess that's not the case," He put his thick, meaty hand on Osamu's shoulder, and leaned in, his bangs brushing against new friend's forehead," Just a word of advice, you really shouldn't touch girls like that until you've gotten to know them a little better...it makes them uncomfortable. Or in Fu-Ra's case, violent. Which is pretty much her reaction to everything."
"Um...thanks, I think." Osamu mumbled, feeling more and more entangled in an increasingly awkard situation.
"Hey, no problem!" With a clap on his shoulder, the menace was gone, losing himself in some crowded table.
Osamu looked around him, a small child lost in a crowd for the first time. So many people, all around him, talking, commuicating.They knew each others names and what pissed them off and what turned them on. They had understanding and knowledge of one another. He realised, painfully, that he had nothing here.
He felt disconnected from all of them, like an invisable, immaterial ghost. For a moment, listening to them all talking and laughing, walking past him, looking through and around him, he thought he would disappear. The 3rd hour singal blasted overhead and people began to file themselves out. He knew with a newfound pessimism he would not make any new friends that day.
*A.S.W-After Sorceress War. P.S.W-Pre Sorceress War
Chapter 3...Gasp!
by one Clockwork Pilot
"I do not have copyright or ownership over Final Fantasy 8 or any of its characters, except the plastic replicas I play with at home...."
It is done! *yippie* Please continue to tell me what you think and tell me how to improve. I live for feedback. Later, just for shits and giggles, I'll be giving the stats and miscellous gaming info on the main characters.
Thanks for encouraging me this far.
"Hyne created man in the image of his brother," Osamu scratched the side of his nose as he read aloud, stretching his legs under the library desk, "he gave man seed within himself; so that me might multiply of his own power-and woman, so that they might be the soil for mans seed to grow and prosper"
"But among the women there were those who were not content with their frame, three that went before him, called Nina, Freya, and Aeris"
"They stood before Hyne, and spoke he unto them, saying, 'Why do you stand assembled before me, when I am so near to resting?' "
He was alone in the library, with only the committee members killing time by playing cards. Since it was lunch everyone else was outside, in the cafeteria, or in the training center. For the most part, he enjoyed being able to hear himself think. Finding the tone of his voice soothing, glanced at the librarians to make sure he wasn't annoying them. Only focusing on their card game, they were thankfully oblivious. He didn't want people to start saying he talked to himself.
"Then they'd start thinking I'm some sort of freak...anyway...blah, blah, they stand assembled...Aeris, the eldest among them, stepped forward, saying, 'Great Hyne, Lord and Father, we were crafted to bear the seed of life, but for no other purpose' "
" 'Out limbs are weak, out legs are frail, and we have no endurance to work in the fields or hunt the monsters that plague you so' "
" 'It would be better to have the minds of bicthes and vixens, yea, to have the intelligence of beasts than to have a mind as keen as mans with such a useless body' "
"With this Hyne was much displeased, for what her word were true, 'Woman, I cannot unmake you and recreate your form. As a clay pot has dried, such is you body.' "
" 'I will make a covenant with you, woman, between you and I. If you bear the sons of man, I will give you each ( that is, the three, being Aeris, Nina, and Freya) of you a part of my power. It will be a great source of help to you, and when you go old, and are near death, you will pass it on to your daughters, and so that they were make use of it, and it shall be passed from generation to generation. You shall only pass your power unto woman, and not unto beast or man, or any other manner of being, lest they be cursed'"
Osamu thumbed through the footnotes of the King Edward's Translated Ancient Scriptures ( copyright 678 A.S.W*), slowly losing interest. He still had plenty of time before class started up again, at least half an hour. Picking up his checked out book (Bushido for Bakas) he headed towards the exit.
* * * * *
"What do you mean, 'Out of food'!?"
The lunch lady looked at him curiously, as if an insect was crawling out of the side of his face, "Look, kid, you know how it is. First come, first serve. Don't expect things to just change for you."
" I don't, I mean, we never ran out of food at my old garden..."
"Then why don't you just scee-daddle back there so I don't have to hear your belly aching, huh, kid?"
"I am not a kid, I'm 16 years old. Stop treating me like a child!"
A tall (even taller than Osamu), fresh faced boy walked up to the cashier, "Is this boy annoying you, ma'am?," he ran a small black comb through his wet brown hair and waited for her judgment.
"Uh...no, it's all right," she said in a rushed voice, "Everything's just fine. He's a transfer student, he just needs to get adjusted to things..."
The taller boy smirked at Osamu as if he was just the cutest, stupidest thing," I'm sorry for making assumptions. I thought you were trouble because you fought Fu-Ra-Ah, but I guess that's not the case," He put his thick, meaty hand on Osamu's shoulder, and leaned in, his bangs brushing against new friend's forehead," Just a word of advice, you really shouldn't touch girls like that until you've gotten to know them a little better...it makes them uncomfortable. Or in Fu-Ra's case, violent. Which is pretty much her reaction to everything."
"Um...thanks, I think." Osamu mumbled, feeling more and more entangled in an increasingly awkard situation.
"Hey, no problem!" With a clap on his shoulder, the menace was gone, losing himself in some crowded table.
Osamu looked around him, a small child lost in a crowd for the first time. So many people, all around him, talking, commuicating.They knew each others names and what pissed them off and what turned them on. They had understanding and knowledge of one another. He realised, painfully, that he had nothing here.
He felt disconnected from all of them, like an invisable, immaterial ghost. For a moment, listening to them all talking and laughing, walking past him, looking through and around him, he thought he would disappear. The 3rd hour singal blasted overhead and people began to file themselves out. He knew with a newfound pessimism he would not make any new friends that day.
*A.S.W-After Sorceress War. P.S.W-Pre Sorceress War