Disclaimer: I don't own ff8 characters only my original characters…so I don't want any law suits…I'm not even making any money off this story…the only payment I want is reviews. (Oh by the way…bare with me in the beginning I have to set the tone and the setting so keep reading to the end)
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Sep./11/ the year of the sorceress wars
I know what you're probably thinking right about now… You're thinking…what the hell is this…Well I won't keep you in suspense any longer…This is what I would like to call, My final thoughts… Yes you read it correctly the first time…My Final thoughts…
It's gonna be difficult but I'm just going to have to face the facts… The chances of me making it out of this war alive is as slim as me getting Julia…So…with that in mind, I've decided to immortalize myself through the one thing I'm actually good at…Words…
I've decided to write this letter so that hopefully, when I die…Oh…Ahh…I mean… IF I die… My final words will live on forever in the minds of you… My readers… So If you're the "lucky one" who has stumbled across this letter, and is reading it this very instant… Well, then…that means I'm probably dead right about now… Yep, I'm probably resting in peace… you know… pushing up daisies… gone belly up… down for the count… gone to meet hyne… gone stone cold… becoming worm food… dead as a coffin nail… Ha ha ha…(I think you get the picture)
With that image out of the way, let me properly introduce my self to you… Hi…my name is… or was… Laguna Loire… And let me be the first to tell you, Life as a Galbadian solider has been anything but peaches…
Sigh This morning was terrible…don't ask me how but I just barely survived a malevolent battle, against the almighty Timber Army…
There is no doubt in my mind that I was lucky to have mad it out alive…it was a wonder how those meteors didn't land on me…if I didn't know any better, I'd think some sort of supernatural power had something to do with my survival…or maybe even a Sorcer…???…Nah… that's crazy…
(Sorry…I would've erased that last statement but I'm not allowed to buy any products from Dr. Odin and he is the only one who has invented a substance that can erase ink… And about why I'm not allowed to buy products from him…it's a long story…)
Well Anyway…let me finish telling you what war is like…It's like…like…well… lets just say this…Staying alive in war is like trying to stay cold in hell…Impossible.
This morning's battle was just that horrendous; A lot of mistakes were made, especially on the part of the general. (This is for the history books.) The general is mainly responsible for the countless lives that were lost. The reason why I say this is because of the horrible plan he devised.
I suppose you all wanna know what that " Big Master plan" was, but to tell you the truth, I really don't feel like getting into the details; it's just that depressing. All I'll say is that he ordered Lieutenant Kramer to have his magic squad climb up a hill, and cast meteor down below on us. Evidently he was trying to…to…??????…. You know what… I don't know what the hell he was trying to do. Maybe one day when this war is over, he'll come forward and explain to the world what in Hyne's name was going on in his snobbish mind at the time. I mean…what kind of plan was he trying to accomplish by having meteor casted upon his own men. sigh So what I'm basically trying to say is, don't believe him if he tries to blame his lieutenants for any of the mistakes that were made…(I heard he's known for doing stuff like that.)
I was never that good in math but to sum it all up, this morning's battle has been the product of an abundant amount of lost lives. Now we are going to have to make up for lost time that was spent trying to recover and heal our lost and wounded soldiers. And I know I'll be adding salt to the wound when I write this but, if you haven't figure it out already, We lost that battle this morning; Another battle to add to our loosing streak.
Forgive me now for rubbing the salt in the wound, but ever since this war has started, we've lost over 4000 good men. We have also lost supplies and very important documents along with our dignity. Not to mention we've lost, and wasted alot of healing potions on dying soldiers and still haven't even gotten one victory to compensate for their lost lives…If only I could tell you about the many nights where I have dreamt about the lost souls that were viciously taken away from us and that will forever be lost in the realm of the dead. This has caused me to become lost in my own sorrow. It seems like this whole war has been a lost cause. And to make matters worst…I think we are lost…
chuckling I know…I know…Now I'm just pouring vinegar on the already stinging wound, but WOW... I've never had to use the word lost so many times…We really must be losers…
Hyne…but seriously, I cant believe they really beat us…It's sad because There was more of us than there were of them…and they still managed to kick our ass… I shouldn't be so modest about our lost though … they did have their home environment as an advantage, and they knew every hill, tree and, rock down to what types of insects were living in them…Hell, if you thought that wasn't good enough of as an advantage, they were also being led by a renowned general by the name of Sky Strife…
I don't know much about this general, only that he is famous for his excellent strategic war plans, and that he was the son of a great warrior who was once apart of a resistance group called…hmmm…well…ahh… I forgot what it was called…but I think it started with an A…or something…I think its, Ava…Ava…Ava-something but they said that the reason why this group was established was to destroy the government that was creating some sort of substance that was causing damage to the earth…
General Caraway knows more about this story than I do so if he makes it out of this alive…you could find him and ask him about it… he is a big fan of that… Clo…Clou…???…hyne…I forgot his name.
Anyway, This morning's battle was the worst battle I've ever been in since I foolishly joined this army… We were basically slaughtered like Chocobos out there on the battlefield.
The Timberians just kept getting stronger and stronger. I could've sworn that their swords were being replenished with our blood, just like the body is replenished by water.
It was a very difficult experience to go through… It's hard digesting the sight of sharp metal points, forcing their way through human flesh... Especially when I've never seen anything like it before…
It…it was like…like... We were being fucked…FUCKED…literally…well not literally, but close enough… It was like we were the vaginas, and they were the penises, and they just kept penetrating us with their steel tip rods and swords… And the only thing we could do was cum blood…
…Ha ha ha…I cant believe I just wrote that… sigh…I guess this war is badly influencing my thoughts…ahh hell…who cares…if you knew me, you'd know that I would never say anything like that but war could seriously change a man…
Well…right now we are camped…???…hmm…you know what…I have no clue where we are exactly. but from the looks of it, we are somewhere in the countryside right next to the Timberian forest. I have to admit though, its very peaceful out here…I have had plenty of time and silence just to think about life and collect my thoughts…And the scenery isn't bad on the eyes either…
It's simply beautiful out here. There's nothing but miles and miles of flowers, tress, green grass and low hills…about a week ago, we passed this beautiful lake where the most beautiful ducks and swans were bathing in. It was the most beautiful scenic portrayal of wildlife I'd ever seen. And if you wake up early enough, you could see the rising sun climbing over the mountain tops exposing its warmth throughout the land. It's in these moments where everyone and everything is at peace. The rabbits embraced the dawn's warmth along with the foxes. The cold snakes slither for warmth right beside the country mice, and in the distance you could see red cardinals flying through the sky and disappearing into the sun's red glow. Sunrise is where predators and preys stand in silence and keep peace for 8 minutes each day. Just to watch the rebirth of a star.
Too bad the weather hasn't been cooperating with us though…It's been raining now for the past 3 days…well…I guess it has kinda stopped, its just lightly drizzling right now… but I'm sure you could' tell just by looking at the smearing of the ink …(sorry…I hope it isn't too difficult to read…but bare with me)
But You know what …I have to admit…I kinda like this dark gloomy weather…its peaceful and relaxing…and it reminds me of something…something I cant quite remember but I know happened…a fragment of my memory that has been lost in my childhood…???…
But anyway, don't go telling anybody what I said about liking the climate…a lot of people tend to think that if you like dark gloomy weather then you're evil or depressed or something…well I think that's B.S…my opinions are my opinions and I just like it…I guess I must be the only one who can see the beauty in the heavy dark clouds that can dimly light up the earth with a gray glow… hell I even like the temperature…it's a little bit on the cold side but that's more than alright…I don't think I'll ever understand why people like the heat…its like they have a fetish for being slowly cooked alive under the sun…
sigh I can't believe this will probably be my last piece of writing… sure you may just be shrugging your shoulders and saying who cares but, I'm a writer. And to tell a writer that he/she can't ever write again is like telling light that it can't shine anymore.
Well…it has been two months…two long agonizing months… Ever since they got reinstated to another party, life has been anything but fun. We've fought those hyneforsaken timberians non-stop for the past 5 months now… and along with my mind…it seems like we're loosing this war. Hyne… I just hope they are all right…my friends I mean…you know the ones who got reinstated… If anything ever happened to them I wouldn't forgive myself… after all…I did dragged them into this mess…I was so fucking selfish…all I ever cared about was going on some stupid adventure just so I could have something to write about…I didn't even once try to comprehend the real danger that I was dragging them into…
All this just because the Timberians want a sorceress to be put into power…personally I don't care but I did hear a rumor that sorceresses eat little girls…but I'm sure that's only a rumor.
I'm telling you…it's so hard to stay positive. With each battle that goes by, it feels like I'm taking one step closer and closer to death. It's even harder to deal with when the only thing the general keeps yelling to do is to move forward…
For all of you who didn't know, The general's name is Thomas Caraway. (He's the one I mentioned earlier about idolizing Sky Strife's father) Its hard to adjust to the fact that he is responsible for the life of me along with thousands of others…and get this…he's around my age…YOU THINK YOUR SURPRISED!!! Imagine how we felt when we found out that a twenty-five year old will be leading us against the great Sky Strife!!!
I mean… he's an okay general and all but, he doesn't have that much experience in war… Usually you would have to have over 10 years of war experience. (I wonder how he got president Vienzer to overlook this rule)
You could say that General Caraway is a distinctive young gentleman. Some men respect him, while others disagree with his strict and communistic political and military views.
Personally…I don't know much about politics, but I think he should lighten up on the citizens of Deiling city …they aren't soldiers and they need to be listened to…neglecting them would only cause rebels to form factions against him and try to overthrow the government (just like that Ava something group clo..??? stife was in) but like I said before…what do I know about politics...
Well…hmmm…ahhh…I don't really know what else I should say to you…could you believe that. A writer…with a loss of words…I guess I need a "Brazen angel" to come down from heaven and help meJ
Hyne…I wonder if Kiros and Ward are alright…I've been so lonely…sigh I didn't even get a chance to tell Julia how much I………………..
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Laguna abruptly stopped writing and slowly raised his head toward the grim countryside…"What in hyne's name was that" he thought to himself.
His squinted eyes skeptically scoped out every inch of the damp silent countryside in search for the creator of that mysterious noise that came from far in the distance.
After A few moments of silence went by, He gave up on his search. After seeing nothing but miles and miles of trees hills and grass, he decided to glanced over at the other soldiers in his unit to see if they too heard what he heard.
He looked at them and saw that they were relaxed and occupied with their current activities. They didn't seem to have been distracted or alarmed as he was… He slowly looked back toward the field with a confused expression across his face…
He shrugged his shoulders and was convinced that whatever it was that he heard…was just his imagination. He was tired and didn't want to be bothered with more worries. So he decided to finish up his death letter…
To tell Julia how I love everything about her… from her long curly stallion-like hair that draped down her curvy back like a waterfall… to her beautiful sparkling eyes that I've wished were on me since the first time I saw her…
How her long sexy red dress gripes tightly around her beautiful curves causing my arms to be envious of the dress… and her full red lips…lips that I have many a times hoped would someday be penetrated with my tongue…
Wow…I have wanted to get those feelings out for a very long time now… sigh
After all this time… all the chances I had…I didn't even tell her how I felt… Only for the sake of my damned cramped leg… and now, she'll probably never know how I felt about her…
Tchh…oh yea…its possible that she could be the one reading this letter…but how inconsiderate that would be for someone to find out that someone else had feelings for them through their death letter…
Julia…hmmm…if you're reading this I would just like to say that you don't have to feel too bad for me, if you feel bad at all…I should have had the courage to tell you in person…I should have had the courage to tell you that…that…I loved you since the first second that I laid eyes on you…
There's this indescribable feeling that I get anytime I see you…its like, I'm seeing you for the first time, everytime…but it was hard for me to tell you because… its like…you're my heaven…and I wasn't sure how I was suppose to get up in you…oh…ahh…I mean…I wasn't sure how I was to approach you so you'd let me in your life…
I'd always sit in the corner of this tiny little bar and pretend that you played your songs for me while you had your eyes on me …I'd always wai……. BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!BBBBOOOOOOMMM!!!!!1BBOOOOMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOMBOOOOOMMMMMMOBBBBOOMM!!!!BOOOOOOM!!!!!!
This time with shock and horror, Laguna dropped his pen and quickly picked up his head again. The loud rhythmic noise rang out once more and this time, it was evident to be real because Laguna once again glanced over at his fellow comrades only to see that they were also petrified.
Laguna returned his eyes back to the wet pastures before him and nervously searched the far ends of the country fields for any signs of danger… His eyes wildly jumped from one direction to the other as his body tensed up and chills practically danced up and down his spine to the rhythm of his racing heartbeat.
Laguna desperately searched the dim-lighted countryside trying to find out who, what, or where that mysterious drumbeat was coming from…But Because it was the rainy season, the dark heavy fog that hugged the countryside made it hard to see in the distance; not to mention that the grayness of the cloudy sky didn't help the visibility either…
The other 2000-galbadian soldiers who were by their tents, conversing, and eating… simultaneously stopped what they were doing and quickly looked toward the field in fear and silence…
They too strained their eyes to see what mystery was beyond the fog and on the other end of the meadowy field…but no one was in sight…
By now, everyone's fear paralyzed their bones. They were frozen stiff and silent. The only things that could've been heard was the drizzle of the light rain, and the loud distant beating of the mysterious drummer…
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The beat of the distant drums sounded again… and this time…an echo was heard throughout the silent countryside that made it almost impossible to tell where the uproar was coming from…
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Lightning struck… As the thunder began to harmonize with the steady beat of the enigmatic drums. Everyone who was frightened and nervous now grew hysterically scared … these types of events were things that only happened in horror movies, Not in real life…
The unknown always seemed to be able to dismantle a man's courage and pride and leave him shaking in his own piss... And in this case…his own shit.
Without any warning, Laguna, along with the rest of the Galbadian army saw two tall dark figures running directly towards them in full speed... Because of the thickness of the fog and the dark dull gray light that the gray clouds reflected from the hiding sun, the only thing that could've been seen were their shadows.
Everyone's reflexes told them that danger was approaching. They knew that the only way they'd survive was to protect themselves, by any means necessary…so they did….Everyone one rose to their feets, and grabbed their weapons
The departure of two whistling arrows could've been heard flying through the foggy air as it left the bow of an unknown solider. In a matter of moments the arrows landed. Not on the ground but directly in the chest of the two unknown figures…
"NOOO…. WAIT…." a solider, yelled as he ran through the crowd of terrified galbadians. He nimbly ran toward the unfortunate figures that lay breathless on the wet grass 20 meters away from Laguna. He couldn't help but hope that these two things or men, were the prime reason for all this drumming…but a little voice in the back of his mind told him otherwise
BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!BBBBOOOOOOMMM!!!!!1BBOOOOMMMMMMM!!!BOOOOOOOOOOMBOOOOOMMMMMMOBBBBOOMM!!!!BOOOOOOM!!!!!!The sudden beating of the drum caused him to abruptly stop 10 ft away from the two figures. He was in disbelief. Whatever or whoever they were, were not the cause of the loud sounds. "Shit" he said to himself. "We may have killed two innocent men"
…He slowly crept up closer to them with hesitation. He was hoping that they weren't who he thought they might be… He nervously looked down and observed their bodies. He saw the arrows that were planted in their chest; and his eyes then trailed higher toward the figures heads. He saw their faces… he couldn't help but expel sorrow out of his eyes. He raised his head back up to the frantic galbadian army who all stood silent and afraid.
He screamed at them with a cracked voice "JEEZ…WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH TCY'ALL …THEY WERE THE FUCKING LOOKOUTS YOU FOOLS…" the anger in his cries now started to transform into compassion. "…They…they were my friends"
When the grieving man said this Laguna quickly thought about his two friends. Out of curiosity, He imagined himself in that man's position a pretended that the two dead soldiers were Kiros and ward…he wanted just to see how painful it would feel…Laguna quickly shook himself out of his thoughts which were more than he could've handled.
With anger, the grieving solider swiftly turned his head away from the embarrassed army and bent down to checked his friends for a pulse… "damnit…" he loudly sighed "nothing…not one fucking beat." he said as tears extracted from his eyes…"
It was very ironic when he said that because what he wanted most of all was a beat. And that's exactly what he got; only this beat wasn't the beat he had in mind.
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The whole Galbadian army jumped up with fear. There was something about the ballad of that drumbeat that caused them to be scared. They continuously focused their eyes into the distance, hoping that whatever or who ever the drummer was would come out and reveal himself.
"Great" a nearby solider said with sarcasm… "They were probably running to tell us what that fucking sound was … and now that some…ASShole shot them…we are fucked…"
"YEA" another solider in the crowd agreed… "WHO THE HELL KILLED THEM…"
Laguna could tell that a panic was about to erupt. He started to grow nervous as each of the soldiers looked at one-another with accusing glares. Laguna was scared. He had the right to be because a bow and arrow was considered a projectile weapon, and therefore they would blame the members in the projectile weapons unit and that was a unit he was apart of.
Fortunately, the sight of galbadians fighting galbadians made a solider angry. He turned out to be the voice of reason. "LOOK MEN…FUCK IT…LETS JUST TRY To bring these men back…his voice started to fade as he realized that he had everyone's attention. "We'll figure out who shot them later"
Relived, Laguna helplessly watched the men struggle to revive the two fallen soldiers back to life. "Shot by their own men." Laguna thought to himself. He felt utter sympathy for them. Here were two soldiers, who most likely had valuable information, and who survived every bloody battle up till this point, only to be killed by their own men by mistake.
Laguna's attention was obstructed by a quick flash of light that came from the bodies of one of the lookouts. The light came from a fog binocular that was attached to the unconscious soldier's shoulders. The binocular had a sticker on it. Just by that sticker, Laguna could tell that it was an Odin's brand. This sticker was placed on any device or potion that was developed by doctor Odin; and when something is created by dr. Odin, it often meant that, that device is the best out there…
A healer swiftly made his way through the crowd and up to the two fallen lookout birds that were accidentally shot down. He too checked their pulses hoping that the only reason the other soldiers couldn't find one was because they were doing it wrong…miraculously a light pulsation was moving into one of the soldier's neck…He was the only one who was still alive…barely, if that even counted.
The healer lightly sprinkled a few drops of cureaga on the lookout's chest. After what seemed to be an eternity, the badly bruised solider slowly opened his eyes.
"QUICK SOMEONE" the healer yelled with exasperation "GO GET THE GENERAL…" No one moved. Everyone stood still and silent. The healer looked back up at them in disgust… "…WELL…WHAT ARE YOU WAITINING FOR…SOMEONE GO NOW…"
A slim looking solider built up the confidence to speak… "W-we don't know where he is…" he said as an excuse, not really being honest to let the healer know that he along with the others were just afraid to deliver the bad news to the general.
"He's holding a secret meeting with his lieutenants…" the healer responded. "His tent is over that hill that's behind us…" the healer pointed with his finger and continued to speak "After you get up the hill, run 30 paces down where you'll make a left and run for another 40 paces in that direction. You'll see a cave toward the right…you'll find them in there… now go now"
The Slim solider could hardly stand. The uneasiness of knowing that he would have to deliver the general this bad news made his knees shake violently.
Because he didn't want to be looked upon as a coward, he shook his head. And started jogging toward the cave. This act inspired two other men who decided to go with him.
The healer now focused his attention back to the wounded solider. He put his bag of potions under the soldier's head as a pillow for comfort. He then looked around at the thousands of distressed soldiers who all crowded behind him. "DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY ALCOHOL" he yelled.
"YES I DO." a deep voice shouted toward the center of the congested crowd." a bottle of whiskey was thrown from solider to solider until it finally reached the hands of the healer…With some effort; the healer finally took the cork off the bottle and poured it on the soldier's chest.
The whole time, Laguna wondered to himself "…hmm… I wonder why he didn't pour cureaga on his chest…why whiskey, doesn't he know that cureaga is way better than whiskey…???"
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Despite the continuous beats of the drums, which pounded fear into the hearts of each of the men, the healer had to stay focused. The survival of this solider was vital to the survival of the entire army. The healer gently placed his hands on the large arrow that was stuck in the soldier's chest and with caution; bent the end of the arrow until it broke. He poured the rest of the whiskey on his wound and tightly held the near dead soldier's hand. Laguna noticed that he didn't even bother to take the arrowhead out of the soldier's chest.
Laguna was now enraged, "What kind of healer is this…???" Laguna thought to himself. He didn't understand why the healer didn't, one; pour cureaga on his chest, and two; take the arrowhead out.
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Authors notes: Ok its kinda long but, it gets longer…sorry like I said before I just had to set a tone ill be getting down to bussiness in the next chapter…I've been working on this project for 5 months now and believe me, I have hundreds and hundreds of more pages to be put out, I'm just editing them.
I know your asking what about the other cast of ff8…trust me they'll be included. I have a story for each and everyone of them, but I have to start from the beginning. But please…please leave reviews…I cant stress that enough…reviews are my payment…I don't work if I don't get paid…so please leave a review… Well the plot definitely thickens. A lot will happen and you'll notice that I'll use scenes from the real game into my story. So consider my story a prequel and a sequel all mixed in one.
I'll explain various things and situations that the game didn't explain and I have new and original characters that you will fall in love with.
the way I write isn't the same way others writers write though. Chapters are like episodes, and verses are like chapters. So when I say "chapter one verse one"…I really mean "episode one chapter one"…"chapter 1 verse 2"…means "episode one chapter two" etc…
Theres one thing I don't do that most writers do though…and that's rush into things…these verses are 5 months old but I didn't put it out because everything has to be perfect and perfection takes time and I knew if I put this piece out you'd have to wait like two weeks for another verse. so now I'm finished with the first chapter (1st episode) which is around a 6 verses long(67 pgs in all). So each week ill put up a new verse. And while your reading chapter one and all its verses, I'm writing chapter 2 and 3 so you'll never have to wait months at a time for new chaps to be up.(considerate huh)
Oh about the pairings…you'll have to just wait and see but don't worry…this is not a yaoi…and I wont do weird pairings like Zell and Quistis, I mainly try to stick with the tone of the game…and there are a lot of plots and themes that fits beautifully with this story so bear with me
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