Firstly: I do not own anything, ok? Square does. Wait, check that, I own
the character who tells the story, mostly. And now that I think of it, her
name never gets mentioned.
Secondly:Read this and enjoy. Review if you like, but please be kind, this is my first fic.
And now.
Another Story
How long. . ? I wondered, shivering in the cool April evening, jogging a little to keep up with myself.
"How long have I been gone?" I said, finishing my unfinished thought. I guessed about a month, not really knowing what day it was, just that it was sometime in early April.
I'd left home in early March one night without telling anyone. I wanted to find somewhere else to go, which, turns out, wasn't a very good goal.
I didn't take anything but the clothes on my back, a pair of dark green pants and a midnight-blue tank top. I'd also had shoes, but they'd worn out after about a week of walking practically non-stop, so I was bare foot.
All that walking gave me a lot of time to think, sometimes about where I was. . .or where I was going. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
But that's where I stood. I looked up, shivering again, at the pale bluish gray sky. * * * I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered the first night after I left. . . It was a night much like this one, no moon but so many stars it was even sort of comforting. And I remembered how scared I was, practically crying at every noise I heard. "Awake till the crack of dawn. . ." I thought.
Meanwhile I tried to make some sense of 'the dream'. Yup, 'the dream' I called it, and I had a right to, to. See, I'd had 'the dream' close to every time I closed my eyes for the past three months. Well. . .I did know what it was about. . .sort of. . . That's why I left. . .because of 'the dream'. See, that's where I wanted to go. . .to that place. . .
"Spira?" I whispered so silently I wondered if I'd even said it at all. And what it meant, or what it was, I had no clue.
I stared up at the stars for hours, crying. I didn't know what I was crying about, maybe about being away from people for so long, or being lost, or maybe about the thought of never ending this journey in the forest. . .
I decided to start walking again, even though it was only about three AM, I guessed. Eventually somewhere in my pointless wanderings I found a creek full of crystalline water. So I knelled down to drink and looked at my reflection. I warm tear trickled down my cheek and splashed my image. I got up and sprung across the creek making almost no sound at all and walked until well after sunrise, and then finally stopped . . .
All this time I'd been looking at the passing ground, and when I looked up I knew, or more like felt that I was somewhere I was supposed to be.
It was so calm here . . . It wasn't hot or cold. The trees were ancient and marbled with a green and deep gray. But the weirdest thing was that I was looking straight out to an ocean . . .
A fait breeze stirred my loose hair as I began to feel tired. Then I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I tried to hold onto something to stay upright until I regained my balance, but I fell, my head falling full force on a rock. . . The Dream started again. . . * * * (The Dream)
I let out a little scream of fright, But the person running with me paid no attention. I was soaked and shivering, and the sounds all around me were horrible and loud. The sound of people screaming, gunshots, and thunder were surrounding me and filling my head with pain. I tried to move, but I could only get my limbs to barely struggle. It was then I realized I was only an infant. . . Then, my mind want blank. . .
Whew, I did it. To make things slightly better I put the first three chapters together. Now its longer. Now I'm off to go figure out what happens next. Please review but be nice!!! This was just a little bit of history and it really doesn't have anything to do with FFX, but the rest of the story wouldn't make sense without it.
Secondly:Read this and enjoy. Review if you like, but please be kind, this is my first fic.
And now.
Another Story
How long. . ? I wondered, shivering in the cool April evening, jogging a little to keep up with myself.
"How long have I been gone?" I said, finishing my unfinished thought. I guessed about a month, not really knowing what day it was, just that it was sometime in early April.
I'd left home in early March one night without telling anyone. I wanted to find somewhere else to go, which, turns out, wasn't a very good goal.
I didn't take anything but the clothes on my back, a pair of dark green pants and a midnight-blue tank top. I'd also had shoes, but they'd worn out after about a week of walking practically non-stop, so I was bare foot.
All that walking gave me a lot of time to think, sometimes about where I was. . .or where I was going. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
But that's where I stood. I looked up, shivering again, at the pale bluish gray sky. * * * I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered the first night after I left. . . It was a night much like this one, no moon but so many stars it was even sort of comforting. And I remembered how scared I was, practically crying at every noise I heard. "Awake till the crack of dawn. . ." I thought.
Meanwhile I tried to make some sense of 'the dream'. Yup, 'the dream' I called it, and I had a right to, to. See, I'd had 'the dream' close to every time I closed my eyes for the past three months. Well. . .I did know what it was about. . .sort of. . . That's why I left. . .because of 'the dream'. See, that's where I wanted to go. . .to that place. . .
"Spira?" I whispered so silently I wondered if I'd even said it at all. And what it meant, or what it was, I had no clue.
I stared up at the stars for hours, crying. I didn't know what I was crying about, maybe about being away from people for so long, or being lost, or maybe about the thought of never ending this journey in the forest. . .
I decided to start walking again, even though it was only about three AM, I guessed. Eventually somewhere in my pointless wanderings I found a creek full of crystalline water. So I knelled down to drink and looked at my reflection. I warm tear trickled down my cheek and splashed my image. I got up and sprung across the creek making almost no sound at all and walked until well after sunrise, and then finally stopped . . .
All this time I'd been looking at the passing ground, and when I looked up I knew, or more like felt that I was somewhere I was supposed to be.
It was so calm here . . . It wasn't hot or cold. The trees were ancient and marbled with a green and deep gray. But the weirdest thing was that I was looking straight out to an ocean . . .
A fait breeze stirred my loose hair as I began to feel tired. Then I felt dizzy and couldn't stand up. I tried to hold onto something to stay upright until I regained my balance, but I fell, my head falling full force on a rock. . . The Dream started again. . . * * * (The Dream)
I let out a little scream of fright, But the person running with me paid no attention. I was soaked and shivering, and the sounds all around me were horrible and loud. The sound of people screaming, gunshots, and thunder were surrounding me and filling my head with pain. I tried to move, but I could only get my limbs to barely struggle. It was then I realized I was only an infant. . . Then, my mind want blank. . .
Whew, I did it. To make things slightly better I put the first three chapters together. Now its longer. Now I'm off to go figure out what happens next. Please review but be nice!!! This was just a little bit of history and it really doesn't have anything to do with FFX, but the rest of the story wouldn't make sense without it.