Chapter One
Elegy of the Soul
In one of the myriad rooms of a dark castle that is hidden from the rest of the world, you shall hear me play my nostalgic elegy. The castle is somewhere in the European area for that is where I remember I had last wandered to. The countless sorrows of my life are brought into this world; in eventide of this day through this piece is where my soul dwells, part of my soul, the part that belongs to me. My cold eyes are closed as I play; if they where open, they would show an emotion, sorrow. In this elegy I summon each pain of my life from the bottom of my mind, and into this dreamless dimension of pain that I have created.
To an open window do my now open eyes gaze to, my silver hair shining proudly as it always did, to see the sunset, the only beam of light that came into this room that was already fading. The red, orange, and yellow colors of the sunset clashing with the dark blue sky that would soon succumb to the darkness of the night. Yet still my ever incessant poignant melody is played, so bitter-sweet is it, like life, so is this piece of music I created, I brought to life with my instrument, the cello, and fulfilled its meaning of its existence. As now, my hands are naked without their gloves, my right hand pushing, no falling gently yet firmly on the cold dark gray strings on the neck of the beautifully carved instrument, once in a while shifting to a different octave in the memorized elegy. This elegy, my elegy was my own lullaby every night at this time of day do I play it. The elegy was a summary of my life's work, sometimes sinister, sometimes melancholy, forbidding; yet it always remains cold and distant.
For a few months now have I ended for a short duration my vagabond days, dwelling in this dark castle lost somewhere in this world we call Earth, no one seem to notice it, yet there was no one other than myself is in this town where the old castle stood. It was an eerie and ghostly like those fairy tales from my childhood about beasts that dwell in their shadow fortresses that were as dark and as forbidding as themselves. How fitting. I am the beast, I am the self-appointed master of this castle as long as I stay here, and these few months, I have atoned my sins, and lived with it. Though I am not alone in this castle of the eerie cacophony, no I am not and nor will I ever be as long as I live. Bound to another being, a being that is me.yet it is not I. I speak in riddles forgive me. It is the nature of my friend, my enemy, and my companion all in one. He, no it is the reason that I suffer, it is the reason I am what I am, the reason that I love and hate myself. I call my companion Unborn for it is as it is stated, unborn. It is the creature that I was brought to life with, the creature that dwells in the corner of my heart. It was never born; it was at once a being, now dead. Yet in my birth, it's long dead spirit became one with my own. I know that Unborn had no choice, we were ironically created of the same essence and we, two souls became one.
My song, it continues still, long is it, yet so long is my ordeals that I do regret so often. To do something as alien as to cry, oh how I long to shed those God-forsaken tears and release the pain that has accumulated in my heart, to cry out, how I vainly dreamed to release that emotion, to scream to the world for creating my sorrowful being, which is half unborn. It listens to my song, and somehow the creature comforts me, pities me, and contributes to the elegy's bitter-sweetness. So beautiful the song is, so much that it is painful. At this time, the Unborn and I were at a simple coalition. This was our time for solitude. To me this song that I play, it is like a conflagration spreading from the heart to every corner of my mind, where a shadow, myself, stand hidden in those very same flames of rebirth. Rebirth.such a vile thing. How could I ask of it? I am the dead and the living combine in one. I have been defeated, yes. A few times yet still do I survive on, my enemies in their slumber would abruptly wake up appalled to know that I, Xion the Unborn am still very much alive. Man and Zoanthrope alike would tremble at the thought of me and my counterpart that I lovingly call demon and would the jump out of their warm beds in terror. I know that I hold an apathetic emotion to the world, and emotionless and the best times. But that is how I have survived but truly I am not so. I wait for the day when I shall be edulcorated, and I long for it. Nevermore, here I still am, in this void of my creation, my demise.
The sunset has faded, and ominous clouds have taken its place. Pretty little things Those clouds were always beckoning my child-like curiosity in me. The elegy, it was finished. After an hour at the least, there was no clock in this bastion, it had ended for today for it is a daily routine for these past months. The Unborn stirs. I silently got up with inhumanly grace; the grace that the Unborn gave me it is a blessing, and a curse. Kneeling down I gently packed away my cello, locking it away with the rest of my memories that had previously ran amok through this room. My pain was tucked away in the back of my mind again and my once sorrowful eyes became eyes radiating an icy fire yet they remain nonchalant. Pale is my handsome face, cold and with an expression that showed mastery, and subtle manipulation. Yes, I can be very subtle if I feel it is needed though usually I do more.
I had lost the power of the Tabula, yet it was for the better. I did not need it. Forgive me my sister, you are of the past, there is no other way for me to free you. Free yourself of this world, if you still dwell in the land of the living, go to ultimate freedom. I do not seek revenge or retribution no I do not. I don't know what I seek and it is that which I am searching for. I walked to the balcony of the castle, my footsteps silent, my lips curved in a sardonic smile, aimed at no one in particular. From my red treachcoat I pulled out my black gloves and slipped them on my calloused fingers. The night air refreshes me, and temporary released me of my insomnia of the night, loosening those tense imaginary strings inside of me. As the cold breeze passed by, it was strong, strong enough to pull a single loose rose from its vines that entangled around the balcony. I languidly extended one of my hands slight to catch it as it came flying by. I paid no heed to the cold that surrounded me in a freezing aurora, I stood silently before lowering my hand that held the rose and extended my other. Calmly I did this, also in a languid moment, as I manipulated my form and summoned the power that was bestowed upon me. My arm, it changed. From a pale human arm of flesh to a metallic silver hue, a strong hide that could harden and weaken at my will though it took much effort to do so. With this silver arm did protrude a large blade-like membrane that came from the wrist to the elbow. With this demonic looking arm, my elbow bended though the blade still was in the same position. If one had not notice already, I could move the blade freely in 360( if I wished. I had learned how manipulate much of my form. It came most useful in battles that I take seriously though I rarely do. The blade moves though the arm does not, slicing the air, and to the process warping the area around it like an extremely miniature weak black hole. At the end there was no wind.
I looked at what I held, a rose. To be more exact a white rose. What a coincidence. As I had been playing a song of deaths and that word, rebirth, here I was holding a carnation that signified death and rebirth. My other arm became human once more. My sensitive ears pick up another, his presence has hidden from me, only the best fighters had the ability to completely erase there presence, to slow down their heartbeat to almost nothing and still survive, to breath so quietly, to walk with feet light enough to be seen somewhat of a float, he did very well. I still held in my head without turning, my reply to the now seen male.
"Its been a while.Long."
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Alrightly my first chapter of my first fanfiction done. Well I am putting the disclaimer here. I do not own Bloody Roar, though I do wish I did. Well I don't really know what I am going to do with this story though I think it's going to be pretty long if I do continue on. And of course this story isn't focused on Xion, I just wanted to start with him because he is one of my favorite characters being silver haired and all. If anyone finds a spelling or most likely a grammatical error, please e-mail it to me at tigerclaw192@aol.com. Thank you for reading my first chapter. Arigato! Don't forget ta review.
Elegy of the Soul
In one of the myriad rooms of a dark castle that is hidden from the rest of the world, you shall hear me play my nostalgic elegy. The castle is somewhere in the European area for that is where I remember I had last wandered to. The countless sorrows of my life are brought into this world; in eventide of this day through this piece is where my soul dwells, part of my soul, the part that belongs to me. My cold eyes are closed as I play; if they where open, they would show an emotion, sorrow. In this elegy I summon each pain of my life from the bottom of my mind, and into this dreamless dimension of pain that I have created.
To an open window do my now open eyes gaze to, my silver hair shining proudly as it always did, to see the sunset, the only beam of light that came into this room that was already fading. The red, orange, and yellow colors of the sunset clashing with the dark blue sky that would soon succumb to the darkness of the night. Yet still my ever incessant poignant melody is played, so bitter-sweet is it, like life, so is this piece of music I created, I brought to life with my instrument, the cello, and fulfilled its meaning of its existence. As now, my hands are naked without their gloves, my right hand pushing, no falling gently yet firmly on the cold dark gray strings on the neck of the beautifully carved instrument, once in a while shifting to a different octave in the memorized elegy. This elegy, my elegy was my own lullaby every night at this time of day do I play it. The elegy was a summary of my life's work, sometimes sinister, sometimes melancholy, forbidding; yet it always remains cold and distant.
For a few months now have I ended for a short duration my vagabond days, dwelling in this dark castle lost somewhere in this world we call Earth, no one seem to notice it, yet there was no one other than myself is in this town where the old castle stood. It was an eerie and ghostly like those fairy tales from my childhood about beasts that dwell in their shadow fortresses that were as dark and as forbidding as themselves. How fitting. I am the beast, I am the self-appointed master of this castle as long as I stay here, and these few months, I have atoned my sins, and lived with it. Though I am not alone in this castle of the eerie cacophony, no I am not and nor will I ever be as long as I live. Bound to another being, a being that is me.yet it is not I. I speak in riddles forgive me. It is the nature of my friend, my enemy, and my companion all in one. He, no it is the reason that I suffer, it is the reason I am what I am, the reason that I love and hate myself. I call my companion Unborn for it is as it is stated, unborn. It is the creature that I was brought to life with, the creature that dwells in the corner of my heart. It was never born; it was at once a being, now dead. Yet in my birth, it's long dead spirit became one with my own. I know that Unborn had no choice, we were ironically created of the same essence and we, two souls became one.
My song, it continues still, long is it, yet so long is my ordeals that I do regret so often. To do something as alien as to cry, oh how I long to shed those God-forsaken tears and release the pain that has accumulated in my heart, to cry out, how I vainly dreamed to release that emotion, to scream to the world for creating my sorrowful being, which is half unborn. It listens to my song, and somehow the creature comforts me, pities me, and contributes to the elegy's bitter-sweetness. So beautiful the song is, so much that it is painful. At this time, the Unborn and I were at a simple coalition. This was our time for solitude. To me this song that I play, it is like a conflagration spreading from the heart to every corner of my mind, where a shadow, myself, stand hidden in those very same flames of rebirth. Rebirth.such a vile thing. How could I ask of it? I am the dead and the living combine in one. I have been defeated, yes. A few times yet still do I survive on, my enemies in their slumber would abruptly wake up appalled to know that I, Xion the Unborn am still very much alive. Man and Zoanthrope alike would tremble at the thought of me and my counterpart that I lovingly call demon and would the jump out of their warm beds in terror. I know that I hold an apathetic emotion to the world, and emotionless and the best times. But that is how I have survived but truly I am not so. I wait for the day when I shall be edulcorated, and I long for it. Nevermore, here I still am, in this void of my creation, my demise.
The sunset has faded, and ominous clouds have taken its place. Pretty little things Those clouds were always beckoning my child-like curiosity in me. The elegy, it was finished. After an hour at the least, there was no clock in this bastion, it had ended for today for it is a daily routine for these past months. The Unborn stirs. I silently got up with inhumanly grace; the grace that the Unborn gave me it is a blessing, and a curse. Kneeling down I gently packed away my cello, locking it away with the rest of my memories that had previously ran amok through this room. My pain was tucked away in the back of my mind again and my once sorrowful eyes became eyes radiating an icy fire yet they remain nonchalant. Pale is my handsome face, cold and with an expression that showed mastery, and subtle manipulation. Yes, I can be very subtle if I feel it is needed though usually I do more.
I had lost the power of the Tabula, yet it was for the better. I did not need it. Forgive me my sister, you are of the past, there is no other way for me to free you. Free yourself of this world, if you still dwell in the land of the living, go to ultimate freedom. I do not seek revenge or retribution no I do not. I don't know what I seek and it is that which I am searching for. I walked to the balcony of the castle, my footsteps silent, my lips curved in a sardonic smile, aimed at no one in particular. From my red treachcoat I pulled out my black gloves and slipped them on my calloused fingers. The night air refreshes me, and temporary released me of my insomnia of the night, loosening those tense imaginary strings inside of me. As the cold breeze passed by, it was strong, strong enough to pull a single loose rose from its vines that entangled around the balcony. I languidly extended one of my hands slight to catch it as it came flying by. I paid no heed to the cold that surrounded me in a freezing aurora, I stood silently before lowering my hand that held the rose and extended my other. Calmly I did this, also in a languid moment, as I manipulated my form and summoned the power that was bestowed upon me. My arm, it changed. From a pale human arm of flesh to a metallic silver hue, a strong hide that could harden and weaken at my will though it took much effort to do so. With this silver arm did protrude a large blade-like membrane that came from the wrist to the elbow. With this demonic looking arm, my elbow bended though the blade still was in the same position. If one had not notice already, I could move the blade freely in 360( if I wished. I had learned how manipulate much of my form. It came most useful in battles that I take seriously though I rarely do. The blade moves though the arm does not, slicing the air, and to the process warping the area around it like an extremely miniature weak black hole. At the end there was no wind.
I looked at what I held, a rose. To be more exact a white rose. What a coincidence. As I had been playing a song of deaths and that word, rebirth, here I was holding a carnation that signified death and rebirth. My other arm became human once more. My sensitive ears pick up another, his presence has hidden from me, only the best fighters had the ability to completely erase there presence, to slow down their heartbeat to almost nothing and still survive, to breath so quietly, to walk with feet light enough to be seen somewhat of a float, he did very well. I still held in my head without turning, my reply to the now seen male.
"Its been a while.Long."
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Alrightly my first chapter of my first fanfiction done. Well I am putting the disclaimer here. I do not own Bloody Roar, though I do wish I did. Well I don't really know what I am going to do with this story though I think it's going to be pretty long if I do continue on. And of course this story isn't focused on Xion, I just wanted to start with him because he is one of my favorite characters being silver haired and all. If anyone finds a spelling or most likely a grammatical error, please e-mail it to me at tigerclaw192@aol.com. Thank you for reading my first chapter. Arigato! Don't forget ta review.