Mod Setting (It was all a Dream)
Authors' Note: I'm 'a need sum help working on this one folks so please send your best reviews to me. For this one, sorry if the intro for the FF fan character seems a tad bit long. I'm trying to get to the main characters as fast as I can. You know how it is when you feel you need to explain things a bit more right? by the way. If the text shows up all shmushed together or something my apologies. I gotta know how to stop that from happening.
Prologue
Her Earthly Counterpart
Wakka called for her. She was leaned over staring at herself in the mirror as water droplets fell from her face in the bath room the cut was still there, she reached around her back touching the blood near her thong, and shivered. She didn't want to have to go back outdoors again. A tear fell from her eye. She wanted to just breakdown since the night wasn't going well enough for her. But she wiped them away, stuck her head up with confidence, and pushed up her tits under her black bra wondering if the cleavage would be enough to convince. "Lulu! What's all this? Come on. Come out."
At first Seymour's voice was very demanding, and it was just what she had begun to fear. She tried not to trip on her high heels as she unlocked the door, took a deep breath, and tried to become that uncaring little sex toy that the corrupt coach of the Las Vegas Knights, and her blue haired pimp wanted.
But she wanted to escape.
That night after she had been beaten she actually saw herself as something more. Much more, and simply couldn't throw it all away. She had to get out. For her own sake.
How it all began
Once there was an author who lived with two summoner women. He had originally come from earth and was sucked through time right in the middle of what he thought was a schiztophrenic moment in a fantasy love novel that came to life. He broke through a portal in the time outside the universe, and the alternate world of Earth that he awoke to in his bed the next day seemed as though everything was normal. But in truth. All the fantasies ever known had actually come alive. Some living among human kind. Others still existed in their fantasy world. However, the gates between theirs and earth had opened. The secret lay behind the power of the original author's pen. A shiny marble, and 50 karat gold decorated, free ink, easy write, luxury item that was kept in his basement upon his return home. When it's power went off it glowed. All you had to do was open your mind. He sold it to none, listed it to no one in his will after his death. The path to fantasy was kept sacred. Whadya know? The poor fool actually kept it in the vault where he forgot he had already told somebody the combination. Do'h! Oh well give the old man a break. When you hit 80 years of age you won't be remembering where you left your false teeth either.
Drake thought his grandpops was cool. Even a good author. He always sent the best birthday gifts, and even let him rummage around through his room, and see some of his prizes. The guy was really into fantasy. More than anyone person could ever think. He was a fanatic, but he had good taste, not just the middle age england legends and sci-fi shit, but something that really stretched out into civilizations that some of his readers could not even understand. He always wondered if he had left something special in that black vault behind his desk. Oh yeah. Drake knew about that thing, and was just wondering if the old guy knew that he knew.
As he picked it up. He knew that he wasn't seeing anything special. Sure it had real gold, but it probably wouldn't sell for much in the shops he'd been to up in L.A., and plus that was family stuff he was prying into. Nah he'd keep it. Maybe if he tried to look at the thing a bit harder and see it for more that what it appeared to be it would be a fun.....pen. Okay yeah.. that sounded like shit but what other choice was there? He could use his imagination.
It glowed.
( Ahh.. this little thing is tight. This might sell for almost $100! Thanks!) He pocketed in his suit jacket and ran to see his folks for the ending of the follow up service to the funeral outside. Tuning up his ears to the monotony of spanish songs of life and death played on acousitc guitars with less than perfect singers voicing over the weeping crowd by the backyard. They'd lost the most creative guy in the family.
It was the night before Valentine's day and of course he had no one. Even though he drove a nice sport utility vehicle and participated in the all the culture fads building up charisma all he ever got from ladies were simple 'Hi's'. He wasn't crazy or anything. Well of course not because if he was he'd be loose and get nookie from the hottest gals like the rest of the foolish dope pushers and users in the community.
So he took to writing fiction to clear his mind Just like his late grandfather he loved fantasy. He was crazy over the final fantasy series especially FFX which was his greatest inspiration to pick up a pen and jot down his thoughts. Coming back from the hospital to visit his aunt who was his only caretaker before he began to move back with his roomate and friend Tracey. Who wasn't a love fantasy aspiring novelist, but instead a collector of rare items. Both were losers but they lived longer than the rest of their peers so they were lives still worth keeping in their opinions.
Past San Fran and the Golden Gate bridge was where the lights came from. It was rumored that the great exploding light that occured up there weeks ago wasn't some phenomon or some goverment satellite weapon accidentaly dropped out of nowhere but it was a portal to fantasy beyond, and legend lovers alike always searched for the item that would be the end of the mystery.
When it happened two of his drunk friends would be in the back singing along with D' and Tracey head bopping to Busta Rhymes 'Everything Remains Raw' like it was 96' instead of 2003. When he went to see his aunt, he never let those guys out of the car.
" So I realize that being partially a smooth guy, and partially nerd in secret isn't doing you much good. Even though you've finished over 8 stories I still think that it sucks you're lonely and it makes me feel guilty knowing that I've got a girlfriend to go to."
" Trace...really. I'm cool. It doesn't bother me."
" Is that so ? Well I just wanted you to know that while we were just by some coincedence all the way up in San Fran visiting your aunt this weekend and you're about to cruise up here on the Golden Gate I considered this legend of the portal a special moment."
" What? Come on." Drake had his hood pulled over his head to tune out his friend's comments.
" You really should talk to a doctor about these weird obssessions with legends and rare materials you have. Look out the window. You see any portals? Go join an expedition to King Tut's tomb or something."
But Tracey's hands were already in Drake's pocket." Ah HA!" He said when he pulled out the glowing pen. I've searched for years, and the writer's tool. The key. It was really frickin here for all these years. Dude! Wher'd you get it?"
" It was my grandfather's and could you calm down? I'm trying to drive. Put that back while you're at it."
" You notice how eager my face was? I knew for weeks ever since I saw it fall out of your pocket in class. At first I was going to steal it and take to the portal myself . Get a vacation in Fantasia or perhaps sell it at the pawn since it's pretty nice, but I saw you looking down. You deserve it more than me. You deserve this ride pal."
" Trace...this is happening pretty fast, could you please talk to me normally?"
" There's fantasy sexy gamebabe heaven beyond that light ain't there? Here's your Valentine's day now get in front of it. When you hit it. You'll wake up the next day like everythings normal, but everything WONT be the same."
" ARE YOU CRAZY! That's in the opposite lane! Get off the wheel!!"
More incoming cars in front of them putting a heavy glare against the side window as Tracey pulled into the their lane. The music blasting even louder . Drake was too panicky to put his foot on the brakes. He curled up with his seatbelt still on as they missed a Ford Expedition coming in front of them barely, and came closer towards the bright glowing portal.
" Hold out the pen!!!! It'll only work for you! ....and Tell me what it's like!" Tracey yelled with a smile on his face. Cars honking crazy. State patrol right on the teenagers asses, and cars drove out of their way as they were able to see the incoming bursting sphere of light. Then Tracey and the guys were gone. Drake only turned around to see the portal as he crashed into it wanting to scream,
" OHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK!!!!"
and from the force of it...fell asleep.
A/N: That's it for the opener guys. Feels a little short to me but I dunno. I just write this stuff. So please R&R. I mean...really tell me what you think. I'd like to know. Right now I'm looking at pushing for maybe six or eight chapters till I reach a climax point if I can work out the time between this and my original novel ideas.
Authors' Note: I'm 'a need sum help working on this one folks so please send your best reviews to me. For this one, sorry if the intro for the FF fan character seems a tad bit long. I'm trying to get to the main characters as fast as I can. You know how it is when you feel you need to explain things a bit more right? by the way. If the text shows up all shmushed together or something my apologies. I gotta know how to stop that from happening.
Prologue
Her Earthly Counterpart
Wakka called for her. She was leaned over staring at herself in the mirror as water droplets fell from her face in the bath room the cut was still there, she reached around her back touching the blood near her thong, and shivered. She didn't want to have to go back outdoors again. A tear fell from her eye. She wanted to just breakdown since the night wasn't going well enough for her. But she wiped them away, stuck her head up with confidence, and pushed up her tits under her black bra wondering if the cleavage would be enough to convince. "Lulu! What's all this? Come on. Come out."
At first Seymour's voice was very demanding, and it was just what she had begun to fear. She tried not to trip on her high heels as she unlocked the door, took a deep breath, and tried to become that uncaring little sex toy that the corrupt coach of the Las Vegas Knights, and her blue haired pimp wanted.
But she wanted to escape.
That night after she had been beaten she actually saw herself as something more. Much more, and simply couldn't throw it all away. She had to get out. For her own sake.
How it all began
Once there was an author who lived with two summoner women. He had originally come from earth and was sucked through time right in the middle of what he thought was a schiztophrenic moment in a fantasy love novel that came to life. He broke through a portal in the time outside the universe, and the alternate world of Earth that he awoke to in his bed the next day seemed as though everything was normal. But in truth. All the fantasies ever known had actually come alive. Some living among human kind. Others still existed in their fantasy world. However, the gates between theirs and earth had opened. The secret lay behind the power of the original author's pen. A shiny marble, and 50 karat gold decorated, free ink, easy write, luxury item that was kept in his basement upon his return home. When it's power went off it glowed. All you had to do was open your mind. He sold it to none, listed it to no one in his will after his death. The path to fantasy was kept sacred. Whadya know? The poor fool actually kept it in the vault where he forgot he had already told somebody the combination. Do'h! Oh well give the old man a break. When you hit 80 years of age you won't be remembering where you left your false teeth either.
Drake thought his grandpops was cool. Even a good author. He always sent the best birthday gifts, and even let him rummage around through his room, and see some of his prizes. The guy was really into fantasy. More than anyone person could ever think. He was a fanatic, but he had good taste, not just the middle age england legends and sci-fi shit, but something that really stretched out into civilizations that some of his readers could not even understand. He always wondered if he had left something special in that black vault behind his desk. Oh yeah. Drake knew about that thing, and was just wondering if the old guy knew that he knew.
As he picked it up. He knew that he wasn't seeing anything special. Sure it had real gold, but it probably wouldn't sell for much in the shops he'd been to up in L.A., and plus that was family stuff he was prying into. Nah he'd keep it. Maybe if he tried to look at the thing a bit harder and see it for more that what it appeared to be it would be a fun.....pen. Okay yeah.. that sounded like shit but what other choice was there? He could use his imagination.
It glowed.
( Ahh.. this little thing is tight. This might sell for almost $100! Thanks!) He pocketed in his suit jacket and ran to see his folks for the ending of the follow up service to the funeral outside. Tuning up his ears to the monotony of spanish songs of life and death played on acousitc guitars with less than perfect singers voicing over the weeping crowd by the backyard. They'd lost the most creative guy in the family.
It was the night before Valentine's day and of course he had no one. Even though he drove a nice sport utility vehicle and participated in the all the culture fads building up charisma all he ever got from ladies were simple 'Hi's'. He wasn't crazy or anything. Well of course not because if he was he'd be loose and get nookie from the hottest gals like the rest of the foolish dope pushers and users in the community.
So he took to writing fiction to clear his mind Just like his late grandfather he loved fantasy. He was crazy over the final fantasy series especially FFX which was his greatest inspiration to pick up a pen and jot down his thoughts. Coming back from the hospital to visit his aunt who was his only caretaker before he began to move back with his roomate and friend Tracey. Who wasn't a love fantasy aspiring novelist, but instead a collector of rare items. Both were losers but they lived longer than the rest of their peers so they were lives still worth keeping in their opinions.
Past San Fran and the Golden Gate bridge was where the lights came from. It was rumored that the great exploding light that occured up there weeks ago wasn't some phenomon or some goverment satellite weapon accidentaly dropped out of nowhere but it was a portal to fantasy beyond, and legend lovers alike always searched for the item that would be the end of the mystery.
When it happened two of his drunk friends would be in the back singing along with D' and Tracey head bopping to Busta Rhymes 'Everything Remains Raw' like it was 96' instead of 2003. When he went to see his aunt, he never let those guys out of the car.
" So I realize that being partially a smooth guy, and partially nerd in secret isn't doing you much good. Even though you've finished over 8 stories I still think that it sucks you're lonely and it makes me feel guilty knowing that I've got a girlfriend to go to."
" Trace...really. I'm cool. It doesn't bother me."
" Is that so ? Well I just wanted you to know that while we were just by some coincedence all the way up in San Fran visiting your aunt this weekend and you're about to cruise up here on the Golden Gate I considered this legend of the portal a special moment."
" What? Come on." Drake had his hood pulled over his head to tune out his friend's comments.
" You really should talk to a doctor about these weird obssessions with legends and rare materials you have. Look out the window. You see any portals? Go join an expedition to King Tut's tomb or something."
But Tracey's hands were already in Drake's pocket." Ah HA!" He said when he pulled out the glowing pen. I've searched for years, and the writer's tool. The key. It was really frickin here for all these years. Dude! Wher'd you get it?"
" It was my grandfather's and could you calm down? I'm trying to drive. Put that back while you're at it."
" You notice how eager my face was? I knew for weeks ever since I saw it fall out of your pocket in class. At first I was going to steal it and take to the portal myself . Get a vacation in Fantasia or perhaps sell it at the pawn since it's pretty nice, but I saw you looking down. You deserve it more than me. You deserve this ride pal."
" Trace...this is happening pretty fast, could you please talk to me normally?"
" There's fantasy sexy gamebabe heaven beyond that light ain't there? Here's your Valentine's day now get in front of it. When you hit it. You'll wake up the next day like everythings normal, but everything WONT be the same."
" ARE YOU CRAZY! That's in the opposite lane! Get off the wheel!!"
More incoming cars in front of them putting a heavy glare against the side window as Tracey pulled into the their lane. The music blasting even louder . Drake was too panicky to put his foot on the brakes. He curled up with his seatbelt still on as they missed a Ford Expedition coming in front of them barely, and came closer towards the bright glowing portal.
" Hold out the pen!!!! It'll only work for you! ....and Tell me what it's like!" Tracey yelled with a smile on his face. Cars honking crazy. State patrol right on the teenagers asses, and cars drove out of their way as they were able to see the incoming bursting sphere of light. Then Tracey and the guys were gone. Drake only turned around to see the portal as he crashed into it wanting to scream,
" OHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK!!!!"
and from the force of it...fell asleep.
A/N: That's it for the opener guys. Feels a little short to me but I dunno. I just write this stuff. So please R&R. I mean...really tell me what you think. I'd like to know. Right now I'm looking at pushing for maybe six or eight chapters till I reach a climax point if I can work out the time between this and my original novel ideas.