Wow, I got an email asking me to enter this fanfiction competition! I'm
surprised I was nominated and I'm not sure if I can finish this fic in time
but I'm going to try! Thanks for all the nice reviews!
I had boarded a ship in order to go to the Galbadian continent and I was now trotting along on a chocobo, closing in on the kingdom of Galbadia. My heart, filled with rage triggered by the loss of lives and meaning by Deling's hands. I swore upon my family's graves that I would avenge their lost souls, even at the cost of my own flesh and blood. As I approached Deling City, residence of the king himself, I could feel burn with rage, lost souls called out to me as if to guide me on my mission. Terrifying visions of death and gory murders found their way into my thoughts again and again as I went deeper and deeper into the enemy territory. Squeezing my tears back, I gripped the reigns firmer and urged the chocobo to hasten. Just outside of the city, I dismounted and entered the gates on foot, trying as hard as I could to not draw attention to myself. I decided that it would probably be best if I blended in with my surroundings and chose to rest up for the rest of the night in an inn.
I sat in my room and gazed out the small window down on the city. It was much more brighter here than back at home, it was so lively and busy. Buisnesses rolled in riches and nobles hogged the waterfront property. The poor were forced into cramped slums on the western side of town. The inn I stayed in was amongst the jumble of run-down buildings in the west which reminded me of my home. In my village, there were no nobles. Everyone was everyone else's friend and we were all on equal ground. But here in Galbadia, everything seemed so...Feudal. So large and small, dark and light. There was no such thing as justice, everything seemed to be legal. As much freedom as there was here, my father had always told me : "The stronger the light, the deeper the darkness".
************************************************************************ "Could she have fled the castle father?" asked Prince Squall. The palace of Balamb had come to a standstill, the workers had gathered in their own small groups to discuss the recent dicovery. King Cid was stunned. His head bowed in astonishment as he returned to reality.
"She may certainly have, dear son. Though I do not blame her, the pressure of upcoming responsibilities can be very stressing for the likes of her. It is not really a surprise she chose to flee". As surprised as he was, King Cid was not one to lose his control over matters. Instead, he just put his head back against the back of his throne and closed his eyes in thought. Meanwhile, Prince Seifer had returned to his room which had the open trunk with the contents emptied onto the carpet. He turned to see the pillow on which Quistis had laid her head on for the nights she had spent in the castle. He had remembered the time he silently slid into the bed with her. It was after all, his room and his bed. He visualized her porcelain face against the pillow surrounded byu a flood of golden blonde hair like his own. He did not want to admit it but he missed her already. The empty spot next to him was a burden to his heart and he longed for it to be lifted. His soul was uneasy, restless and longed for company. *Could I be falling for her? No, I resent her, I was forced to live with this. I cannot give into father's little game of love and marriage. He ordered my friends to pull an innocent civillian off the streets. It is no wonder she left.*
"I thought I was happy without her. She was a blemish to the castle, or so I thought. Now I find my life just does not feel right without her?", Prince Seifer finally saw the truth. His meaning in life, his purpose in life, and also, the ones that would be with him along the way. Rising from his spot on the bed, Prince Seifer ran down to the throne room and bowed at his father and mother's feet.
"Father, I seek permission to leave the castle", Prince Squall watched with curiosity as his brother spoke of his reasons.
"Pride, honor", spoke the king "these are very important aspects of a warrior. The entire code of chivalry bonds you with your knighthood and warrior ways. As a prince, the duties that are expected of you are far greater than any standard knight. If this is understood, then permission to leave the castle is granted". Prince Seifer rose to his feet and saluted in gratitude. The king saluted also while the queen smiled and gave words of encouragement. The prince then gathered his needed items for his trip and headed towards the harbour behind the castle.
As the ship edged away from the kingdom of Balamb, Prince Seifer sat and gazed up into the star-studded sky. *Oh shining starlight, grant me my only wish: Bring my beloved Quistis to me!*
Ok now I really need everyone to review so I can see what you all think. I'm trying to get this fic done by the deadline, but I'm counting on your support!
I had boarded a ship in order to go to the Galbadian continent and I was now trotting along on a chocobo, closing in on the kingdom of Galbadia. My heart, filled with rage triggered by the loss of lives and meaning by Deling's hands. I swore upon my family's graves that I would avenge their lost souls, even at the cost of my own flesh and blood. As I approached Deling City, residence of the king himself, I could feel burn with rage, lost souls called out to me as if to guide me on my mission. Terrifying visions of death and gory murders found their way into my thoughts again and again as I went deeper and deeper into the enemy territory. Squeezing my tears back, I gripped the reigns firmer and urged the chocobo to hasten. Just outside of the city, I dismounted and entered the gates on foot, trying as hard as I could to not draw attention to myself. I decided that it would probably be best if I blended in with my surroundings and chose to rest up for the rest of the night in an inn.
I sat in my room and gazed out the small window down on the city. It was much more brighter here than back at home, it was so lively and busy. Buisnesses rolled in riches and nobles hogged the waterfront property. The poor were forced into cramped slums on the western side of town. The inn I stayed in was amongst the jumble of run-down buildings in the west which reminded me of my home. In my village, there were no nobles. Everyone was everyone else's friend and we were all on equal ground. But here in Galbadia, everything seemed so...Feudal. So large and small, dark and light. There was no such thing as justice, everything seemed to be legal. As much freedom as there was here, my father had always told me : "The stronger the light, the deeper the darkness".
************************************************************************ "Could she have fled the castle father?" asked Prince Squall. The palace of Balamb had come to a standstill, the workers had gathered in their own small groups to discuss the recent dicovery. King Cid was stunned. His head bowed in astonishment as he returned to reality.
"She may certainly have, dear son. Though I do not blame her, the pressure of upcoming responsibilities can be very stressing for the likes of her. It is not really a surprise she chose to flee". As surprised as he was, King Cid was not one to lose his control over matters. Instead, he just put his head back against the back of his throne and closed his eyes in thought. Meanwhile, Prince Seifer had returned to his room which had the open trunk with the contents emptied onto the carpet. He turned to see the pillow on which Quistis had laid her head on for the nights she had spent in the castle. He had remembered the time he silently slid into the bed with her. It was after all, his room and his bed. He visualized her porcelain face against the pillow surrounded byu a flood of golden blonde hair like his own. He did not want to admit it but he missed her already. The empty spot next to him was a burden to his heart and he longed for it to be lifted. His soul was uneasy, restless and longed for company. *Could I be falling for her? No, I resent her, I was forced to live with this. I cannot give into father's little game of love and marriage. He ordered my friends to pull an innocent civillian off the streets. It is no wonder she left.*
"I thought I was happy without her. She was a blemish to the castle, or so I thought. Now I find my life just does not feel right without her?", Prince Seifer finally saw the truth. His meaning in life, his purpose in life, and also, the ones that would be with him along the way. Rising from his spot on the bed, Prince Seifer ran down to the throne room and bowed at his father and mother's feet.
"Father, I seek permission to leave the castle", Prince Squall watched with curiosity as his brother spoke of his reasons.
"Pride, honor", spoke the king "these are very important aspects of a warrior. The entire code of chivalry bonds you with your knighthood and warrior ways. As a prince, the duties that are expected of you are far greater than any standard knight. If this is understood, then permission to leave the castle is granted". Prince Seifer rose to his feet and saluted in gratitude. The king saluted also while the queen smiled and gave words of encouragement. The prince then gathered his needed items for his trip and headed towards the harbour behind the castle.
As the ship edged away from the kingdom of Balamb, Prince Seifer sat and gazed up into the star-studded sky. *Oh shining starlight, grant me my only wish: Bring my beloved Quistis to me!*
Ok now I really need everyone to review so I can see what you all think. I'm trying to get this fic done by the deadline, but I'm counting on your support!
