Where am I? Am I s'pose to be here? This isn't it... why is it so
dark.. Instructor? Ms. Trepe? Please, Mr. Zell... please... come find me. I
need you.
It happened again. Quistis Trepe awoke startled by the reoccuring nightmare she had been having for several days. It always began as her standing in a black room with a student next to her. As many times as she had tried, the student was never revealed. Gripping the hand of the student, Ms. Trepe would adjust her eyes to her surroundings. The nightmare ended when the darkness became dimmer, and the child's voice began to beg for help.
Quistis Trepe was one of the elite instructors of the Gardens. She recieved her liscense to teach and arrived at Balamb Garden at age 15, and had been an instructor for 3 years. Not much had occured in her 3 years of teaching except for a series of untimely students, one being Squall.
Sitting up in her queen size bed which sat in the dormitory area of the Garden, Quistis began wondering who the child was which had made its distress. Clueless, like the five nights before, she got up and began to dress.
"...Good Morning and Welcome to the Balamb Garden. Today is Monday, May 14, 2023. As usual in Balamb, it'll be roughly 56 degrees F with a light wind from the sea. We have one announcement from our very own HeadMaster Cid."
There was an immediate pause in the morning announcement which rang through all of the rooms, hallways, and outside. Sitting by herself in the cafeteria, Quistis slowly ate her oatmeal, and awaited the announcement by the HeadMaster.
"...er-herm... Thank You Young Damien Akimoto for that great introduction. Now, this announcement is directed toward the greeting staff, Garden Faculty Memebers, the students, and Instructor. Today at 3:30 pm, we'll be recieving a student who is tranferring from Galbadia Garden. He'll be our Black Mage Specialist for our upcoming mission to the secluded Tomb of the Unknown King. Don't let his tender age of 14 confuse you. He has the magic: Demi, Death, Doom, Night, Fire, Fira, Firaga, Poison, Bio, Comet, Meltdown, Meteor, Flare, Break, and Doomsday.
As a gift, he's unlocked the Gaurdian Force: Diablos, and has used several pieces of Pumice to genetically create his own GF, Ark. Little is known about Ark, except it has several transformation components, and has exceptional strength. Please report to the Front Gate... that is all. Now back to WBGT: The Balamb, Galbadia, and Trabia Radio Network."
Gathering her standard Chain Whip, Quistis deposited her empty bowl at the cleaning station and quickly left the now boisterous cafeteria. Several students at the door had a small discussion of the "Gardens Child Prodigy".
"I hope is a boy, he's probably cute."
"I hope he's a girl, so she'll scare you off and you can leave me alone."
"Yeah, well I heard he is a distant relative of one the Sorceress's from the great war."
The discussion continued, Ms. Trepe regretting leaving before it was over... but is was so intruiging. She slowly made her way to the entrance, and staggered back at the sight of the young boy. It.. it looked like a miniature version of Squall. Could they be related somehow? Stepping forward, they both introduced themselves.
"Hello, I'm Quistis Trepe, the Instructor for Balamb Garden. If you need anything, please... tell me. I'll do anything in your power to do it for you."
Meeting with his black eyes, he returned the greeting." Hello, Ms. Trepe... My name is of no importance at the moment, but you'll soon see why. I'll be your Black Mage Speacialist for our Mission." Letting loose a glare, a shiver went up Quistis's spine. "If I need anythind, I'll be sure to contact you." His voice seemed as smoothe as ice, and as cold as winter.
Staring at his slender figure and agile body filled with darkness, Quistis knew she was instore for something different.
It happened again. Quistis Trepe awoke startled by the reoccuring nightmare she had been having for several days. It always began as her standing in a black room with a student next to her. As many times as she had tried, the student was never revealed. Gripping the hand of the student, Ms. Trepe would adjust her eyes to her surroundings. The nightmare ended when the darkness became dimmer, and the child's voice began to beg for help.
Quistis Trepe was one of the elite instructors of the Gardens. She recieved her liscense to teach and arrived at Balamb Garden at age 15, and had been an instructor for 3 years. Not much had occured in her 3 years of teaching except for a series of untimely students, one being Squall.
Sitting up in her queen size bed which sat in the dormitory area of the Garden, Quistis began wondering who the child was which had made its distress. Clueless, like the five nights before, she got up and began to dress.
"...Good Morning and Welcome to the Balamb Garden. Today is Monday, May 14, 2023. As usual in Balamb, it'll be roughly 56 degrees F with a light wind from the sea. We have one announcement from our very own HeadMaster Cid."
There was an immediate pause in the morning announcement which rang through all of the rooms, hallways, and outside. Sitting by herself in the cafeteria, Quistis slowly ate her oatmeal, and awaited the announcement by the HeadMaster.
"...er-herm... Thank You Young Damien Akimoto for that great introduction. Now, this announcement is directed toward the greeting staff, Garden Faculty Memebers, the students, and Instructor. Today at 3:30 pm, we'll be recieving a student who is tranferring from Galbadia Garden. He'll be our Black Mage Specialist for our upcoming mission to the secluded Tomb of the Unknown King. Don't let his tender age of 14 confuse you. He has the magic: Demi, Death, Doom, Night, Fire, Fira, Firaga, Poison, Bio, Comet, Meltdown, Meteor, Flare, Break, and Doomsday.
As a gift, he's unlocked the Gaurdian Force: Diablos, and has used several pieces of Pumice to genetically create his own GF, Ark. Little is known about Ark, except it has several transformation components, and has exceptional strength. Please report to the Front Gate... that is all. Now back to WBGT: The Balamb, Galbadia, and Trabia Radio Network."
Gathering her standard Chain Whip, Quistis deposited her empty bowl at the cleaning station and quickly left the now boisterous cafeteria. Several students at the door had a small discussion of the "Gardens Child Prodigy".
"I hope is a boy, he's probably cute."
"I hope he's a girl, so she'll scare you off and you can leave me alone."
"Yeah, well I heard he is a distant relative of one the Sorceress's from the great war."
The discussion continued, Ms. Trepe regretting leaving before it was over... but is was so intruiging. She slowly made her way to the entrance, and staggered back at the sight of the young boy. It.. it looked like a miniature version of Squall. Could they be related somehow? Stepping forward, they both introduced themselves.
"Hello, I'm Quistis Trepe, the Instructor for Balamb Garden. If you need anything, please... tell me. I'll do anything in your power to do it for you."
Meeting with his black eyes, he returned the greeting." Hello, Ms. Trepe... My name is of no importance at the moment, but you'll soon see why. I'll be your Black Mage Speacialist for our Mission." Letting loose a glare, a shiver went up Quistis's spine. "If I need anythind, I'll be sure to contact you." His voice seemed as smoothe as ice, and as cold as winter.
Staring at his slender figure and agile body filled with darkness, Quistis knew she was instore for something different.