Note: This is a seqeul based on an idea from my friend. The characters may
become OOC, or added. With my imagination there is no limit. So enjoy and
bare with my terrible-ness!
Chapter 1: The Return of Madness.
The thick fog settled over the land. It escaped from a large gap from an old tree stump. It swirled about in massive dreadful clouds. Coating the clean land. It brought back all it's horrors and fiends. The dreadful yawns and howls of the beasts echoed throughout the Mist Continent. The sounds, like the fog, coated the place. It didn't take long for the fog to completely cover the continent. It's thickness laid heavy on the land. The beasts once again used the humans as prey. The early farmers in field cried out in silence as the beasts snuck upon them.
The mist, as all vapors do, had reached the Kingdoms. Alexandria went up in panic as the fog coated their borders. People ran scared throughout the streets. They blamed the queen as they ran in their self-pity. The now queen princess stood on her balcony, her hands folders together over her chest. She sighed and turned around at the sound of a voice. "It's pointless, love. We can't stop what will happen eventually. Don't let their words get to ya."
She stared at the man before forcing her smile. Zidane knew the smile well. It was the smile she gave when she felt forced to give a smile. "It will be fine. We did it once. Why can we not repeat it?"
She smiled as she spoke to him and Zidane grinned his grin that Garnet had come adapted too. She hated the grin, it was the nervous kind. She hated looking at him when he was like that. She knew that he was thinking of the downfalls, and making solutions for them. "Let us not plot now, Zidane. Let's return to bed. It is still early."
He nodded and moved his arm outwards, and his body over, allowing his Queen to pass by. After she made her exit, he turned to the city that was now in utter turmoil. He scratched his head as he sighed. "Why now... why now..."
The city continued it's madness...
+.. ..... .. . ....+
Burmecia and Lindblum were not area of the madness that was being restored onto the land. They had no reason too. The Myst did not affect them. They did not care, but they did know the horrendous acts of slaying would return. They were all still weak, but they knew they would have to fight.
This was perfect. With everyone's mind on the fog, the returning terror could move easily. His body was a bit soar, scratches covered him. He didn't care, his magic were taking care of the slashes. His foot steps were silent as he walked on the land. His arms did pain him, from the pulling he had to do to get himself free.
He stumbled over the large, high roots. Most of them had died, and some were even gone, disintegrated into dirt. He made his way through the night, searching for something to tame.
Fiends would run up to him. One gave him a terrible run for his money. The large beast had rammed him a couple of times. No worries though, Kuja had done away with it. It now laid at about his body, it's head from it's body and at Kuja's feet. His noise scrunched up at the smell of the awful blood. The large pig-like beast stunk enough. He walked on though. Looking for some way to get to Desert Palace. "I've had enough of this damned land. I want nothing more but to be at home, in my palace, and in a nice relaxing bath."
His voice was in mockery of himself. Being "dead" for so long had made him quite dirty and mad. And he had gotten to the point of releasing he was hated. He liked that, but he hated how everything ran from him. He wanted some kind of transportation. "Where are those damn clown-bastards. How come they are not here. I wish them here."
Chapter 1: The Return of Madness.
The thick fog settled over the land. It escaped from a large gap from an old tree stump. It swirled about in massive dreadful clouds. Coating the clean land. It brought back all it's horrors and fiends. The dreadful yawns and howls of the beasts echoed throughout the Mist Continent. The sounds, like the fog, coated the place. It didn't take long for the fog to completely cover the continent. It's thickness laid heavy on the land. The beasts once again used the humans as prey. The early farmers in field cried out in silence as the beasts snuck upon them.
The mist, as all vapors do, had reached the Kingdoms. Alexandria went up in panic as the fog coated their borders. People ran scared throughout the streets. They blamed the queen as they ran in their self-pity. The now queen princess stood on her balcony, her hands folders together over her chest. She sighed and turned around at the sound of a voice. "It's pointless, love. We can't stop what will happen eventually. Don't let their words get to ya."
She stared at the man before forcing her smile. Zidane knew the smile well. It was the smile she gave when she felt forced to give a smile. "It will be fine. We did it once. Why can we not repeat it?"
She smiled as she spoke to him and Zidane grinned his grin that Garnet had come adapted too. She hated the grin, it was the nervous kind. She hated looking at him when he was like that. She knew that he was thinking of the downfalls, and making solutions for them. "Let us not plot now, Zidane. Let's return to bed. It is still early."
He nodded and moved his arm outwards, and his body over, allowing his Queen to pass by. After she made her exit, he turned to the city that was now in utter turmoil. He scratched his head as he sighed. "Why now... why now..."
The city continued it's madness...
+.. ..... .. . ....+
Burmecia and Lindblum were not area of the madness that was being restored onto the land. They had no reason too. The Myst did not affect them. They did not care, but they did know the horrendous acts of slaying would return. They were all still weak, but they knew they would have to fight.
This was perfect. With everyone's mind on the fog, the returning terror could move easily. His body was a bit soar, scratches covered him. He didn't care, his magic were taking care of the slashes. His foot steps were silent as he walked on the land. His arms did pain him, from the pulling he had to do to get himself free.
He stumbled over the large, high roots. Most of them had died, and some were even gone, disintegrated into dirt. He made his way through the night, searching for something to tame.
Fiends would run up to him. One gave him a terrible run for his money. The large beast had rammed him a couple of times. No worries though, Kuja had done away with it. It now laid at about his body, it's head from it's body and at Kuja's feet. His noise scrunched up at the smell of the awful blood. The large pig-like beast stunk enough. He walked on though. Looking for some way to get to Desert Palace. "I've had enough of this damned land. I want nothing more but to be at home, in my palace, and in a nice relaxing bath."
His voice was in mockery of himself. Being "dead" for so long had made him quite dirty and mad. And he had gotten to the point of releasing he was hated. He liked that, but he hated how everything ran from him. He wanted some kind of transportation. "Where are those damn clown-bastards. How come they are not here. I wish them here."