Prologue: The Basics
Ever felt a feeling you're not sure what is? Or a thought you're not sure what was about? A memory you had one second, and then the next, was gone? Ever faced something you didn't know what was about? Was with a family that wasn't yours? Feel an emotion you couldn't tell what it was?
I have. I have for a good long while. But, see I have learned to adapt to it. Take anything life throws at you. Fight the good fight. But what side is the good fight? How would anyone determine the real "good fight"? I don't know, but maybe you do… Even then, I doubt it. Maybe its some sort of feeling inside one's self. Maybe a bit of psychic intuition being put to work. I don't know. Maybe I am psychic and I have that odd little thing called Empathy. The ability to understand others emotions so well, you experience them yourself. Maybe I'm going crazy, maybe it's just stress. I don't know. I'll have to figure it out some day…
Lets start with the basics. My name is Demetre. I have brownish black hair with white natural highlights. I live in a very expensive home. In a very expensive location. In a very, very expensive lot. My home is locate on the edge of a very tall, very steep cliff, providing excellent views of the mountains. I live a couple miles north of Colorado Springs, Colorado having a mountainous feel.
The small city is called Ashton in which there is a huge mall district where people from all over the west come just to get the deals. Making the place a very small and very crowded city.
My parents died when I was 19 leaving me alone to take care of my 16-year- old sister who graduated that year. Since our home is so very large, a very close friend of ours came to live with us, jus to keep company.
My parents were very rich. But they put all their money into an account for their "dear, kind, sweet-loving" brother. What they didn't know is that he was a coward and ran with all the money and left myself and my sister to fend for ourselves. I always dreamt of being a working person, but not exactly like this…
My sister and her friend goes to college. The both want to become great people in our times, but didn't make it all the way. I had a chance to go at one time, but when I saw how much Anya and Kyrstan wanted to go, I turned it down. I now work three jobs to help support them. Buy them clothes, computers, shoes, the basic things every girl needs at their age. But see, I don't do it alone, heck no…
They both have jobs. My sister, Anya, has a job with a bakery downtown, and Kyrstan has a job with the local newspaper, "The Rockie News". I have two jobs at local factories and a publishing job on the weekends. How in god's name would you be able to do all that, might you ask? That is where it gets a little private…
See, my father was a great being. Not in the total physical sense but also in the abnormal sense. Sure, I got to go to parties with movie stars and singers doesn't mean I like to be around them. Well, I can make an exception to Shakira, she was very nice. But any ways, my father practiced an occult where he would summon spirits to help him with anything. People, money, family, anything he wanted. He was what we all called a summoner. So he got a lot of money, for doing something as easy as contacting some stupid tree that died and proving some age old fact that they wanted to know. And at one time, I wanted to be like him.
But then I got into the darker stuff. Not exactly witchcraft, more like sorcery. I would do things with the elements a bit here, a bit there. Nothing dark, nothing dangerous. Well, sometimes, but not often. My sister got into it too for a while before I made her get out. I was trying to get out myself but couldn't. So I let time take its course. Mind you, this was six years ago, but during that six years, my life changed forever. Literally.
During that bit of vacation, around Christmas, I went shopping for gifts. Nice ones. I always got Anya and Kyrstan nice things they liked. Anya was a fashion girl, with no fashion sense what so ever. Kyrstan is much like me. Very strong, been through a lot, and can handle any fashion emergency. They always had really nice things. I made sure of it.
Anyways, Anya and Kyrstan surprised me at Christmas. They had put their money together and had bought me a pricey gift. A PlayStation with a game. One I shall never forget. It was called Final Fantasy VIII. A RPG about Squall Leonhart, Rinoa Heartilly, and many others. At first I thought it was some sort of stupid game for teenagers with no lives. But when I actually did finally play the game, I fell in love. I dreamt of the game being true. To face off against Seifer Almasy and defeat the sorceress Ultimecia. To be annoyed by the talkative Selphie Timlitt. To have to talk some sense into Zell Dincht. To have the world of guns given to me by Irvine Kinneas. The very thoughts plagued my mind wherever I was.
And then, I began to fall in love with someone unreal.
Instructor Quistis Trepe.
She had confidence that could rival Seifer's, a smile comparable to Selphie, and beauty even more so than Rinoa. Never had I thought like this, but I knew it was only infatuation. And then that fait full day Anya asked me to do a spell……
I own Demetre, Kyrstan and Anya. The town of Ashton also belongs to me (Cause I dunno if there is a town called Ashton a little north of Colorado Springs)
Square owns everything about FFVIII (Greedy People!!!)
Ever felt a feeling you're not sure what is? Or a thought you're not sure what was about? A memory you had one second, and then the next, was gone? Ever faced something you didn't know what was about? Was with a family that wasn't yours? Feel an emotion you couldn't tell what it was?
I have. I have for a good long while. But, see I have learned to adapt to it. Take anything life throws at you. Fight the good fight. But what side is the good fight? How would anyone determine the real "good fight"? I don't know, but maybe you do… Even then, I doubt it. Maybe its some sort of feeling inside one's self. Maybe a bit of psychic intuition being put to work. I don't know. Maybe I am psychic and I have that odd little thing called Empathy. The ability to understand others emotions so well, you experience them yourself. Maybe I'm going crazy, maybe it's just stress. I don't know. I'll have to figure it out some day…
Lets start with the basics. My name is Demetre. I have brownish black hair with white natural highlights. I live in a very expensive home. In a very expensive location. In a very, very expensive lot. My home is locate on the edge of a very tall, very steep cliff, providing excellent views of the mountains. I live a couple miles north of Colorado Springs, Colorado having a mountainous feel.
The small city is called Ashton in which there is a huge mall district where people from all over the west come just to get the deals. Making the place a very small and very crowded city.
My parents died when I was 19 leaving me alone to take care of my 16-year- old sister who graduated that year. Since our home is so very large, a very close friend of ours came to live with us, jus to keep company.
My parents were very rich. But they put all their money into an account for their "dear, kind, sweet-loving" brother. What they didn't know is that he was a coward and ran with all the money and left myself and my sister to fend for ourselves. I always dreamt of being a working person, but not exactly like this…
My sister and her friend goes to college. The both want to become great people in our times, but didn't make it all the way. I had a chance to go at one time, but when I saw how much Anya and Kyrstan wanted to go, I turned it down. I now work three jobs to help support them. Buy them clothes, computers, shoes, the basic things every girl needs at their age. But see, I don't do it alone, heck no…
They both have jobs. My sister, Anya, has a job with a bakery downtown, and Kyrstan has a job with the local newspaper, "The Rockie News". I have two jobs at local factories and a publishing job on the weekends. How in god's name would you be able to do all that, might you ask? That is where it gets a little private…
See, my father was a great being. Not in the total physical sense but also in the abnormal sense. Sure, I got to go to parties with movie stars and singers doesn't mean I like to be around them. Well, I can make an exception to Shakira, she was very nice. But any ways, my father practiced an occult where he would summon spirits to help him with anything. People, money, family, anything he wanted. He was what we all called a summoner. So he got a lot of money, for doing something as easy as contacting some stupid tree that died and proving some age old fact that they wanted to know. And at one time, I wanted to be like him.
But then I got into the darker stuff. Not exactly witchcraft, more like sorcery. I would do things with the elements a bit here, a bit there. Nothing dark, nothing dangerous. Well, sometimes, but not often. My sister got into it too for a while before I made her get out. I was trying to get out myself but couldn't. So I let time take its course. Mind you, this was six years ago, but during that six years, my life changed forever. Literally.
During that bit of vacation, around Christmas, I went shopping for gifts. Nice ones. I always got Anya and Kyrstan nice things they liked. Anya was a fashion girl, with no fashion sense what so ever. Kyrstan is much like me. Very strong, been through a lot, and can handle any fashion emergency. They always had really nice things. I made sure of it.
Anyways, Anya and Kyrstan surprised me at Christmas. They had put their money together and had bought me a pricey gift. A PlayStation with a game. One I shall never forget. It was called Final Fantasy VIII. A RPG about Squall Leonhart, Rinoa Heartilly, and many others. At first I thought it was some sort of stupid game for teenagers with no lives. But when I actually did finally play the game, I fell in love. I dreamt of the game being true. To face off against Seifer Almasy and defeat the sorceress Ultimecia. To be annoyed by the talkative Selphie Timlitt. To have to talk some sense into Zell Dincht. To have the world of guns given to me by Irvine Kinneas. The very thoughts plagued my mind wherever I was.
And then, I began to fall in love with someone unreal.
Instructor Quistis Trepe.
She had confidence that could rival Seifer's, a smile comparable to Selphie, and beauty even more so than Rinoa. Never had I thought like this, but I knew it was only infatuation. And then that fait full day Anya asked me to do a spell……
I own Demetre, Kyrstan and Anya. The town of Ashton also belongs to me (Cause I dunno if there is a town called Ashton a little north of Colorado Springs)
Square owns everything about FFVIII (Greedy People!!!)