Okay this should be answer to some of the unexplained things
from the other chapters. It will get more into it so don't worry. I do not
own ffviii, Squaresoft does yatta yatta yatta. R/r when your done please!
Chapter 4: Truth
It took a moment for his words to register in her mind. The gypsy? Quistis had honestly thought in to be nothing but a sham, some sort of joke. There was no way that she was a gypsy. What if it was true though? She had heard rumors of gypsy magic, but she had never thought they could be true. It was said that gypsy's had magic far more powerful than a sorceress.Considering that the gypsy, if she was one, could send them back in time, and the sorceress couldn't, what did that say about the difference in power?
"Seifer, think logically," she started, "She couldn't have been a gypsy, we would have known."
"How would we have known?" he asked rather sharply, "Do you remember what she looks like?"
"Well," she had to think about it, "She was short and had dark hair."
"Details," he interrupted.
"She." Quistis than realized that she had no recollection of what the woman had looked like beyond that.
"She wore a bandana," he stated, "Loose clothing, large gold earrings, and a lot of turquoise."
"What does that prove?" she placed her hand on her hips.
"When I was.Well you know, I learned how to see people," this statement immediately brought confusion to Quistis.
"See people?"
"Powerful people I guess," he looked upward as if he was trying to remember something, "They shield themselves, but being around magic like that for so long I was able to see through the shield."
"So you saw her, big deal, what makes you so sure that she was a gypsy?"
"Her eyes," he said distantly, "they were violet.Who has violet eyes that we know Quistis?"
"I'm not sure," usually she didn't pay very close attention to these things.
"She did," he gave her a look.
"Oh," she understood now, Ultimecia had had violet eyes, but did that prove anything?
"Now the question is why were we sent back in time? There are a million other things she could have done," he put his hands over his eyes. Seifer was suddenly feeling incredibly tired. He figured that his meds were kicking in, after all one of the ingredients was anesthesia. Quistis didn't reply, for she had no clue as to why anyone would send them back to this of all times. There was a silence in the room.
"I have just realized something," Quistis said while looking around the room.
"What?"
"The house hasn't changed."
"What do you mean?" he too looked around but there wasn't much to be changed.
"Well when we walked out, our clothes changed," she said slowly, "But look on the bed," he did and then noticed it too, "Your coat is still there."
"But what does it mean?" he questioned frustratingly.
"I'm not sure maybe." she stopped and looked at him with furrowed brows, "Are you okay?"
"What? Oh yeah I'm fine," he lied; he didn't want to cause a fuss.
"Because you don't look to good, are you going to start coughing again?" as soon as the words left her mouth she had known that it was one of the most stupid things to say, but he didn't call her on it.
"No, I'm just tired, that injection is starting to wear me out," as he spoke, it was like he wasn't even there. Quistis, being an Instructor, had seen her share of wounded people on medicine, rather than magic, but never had they acted like this. His face had become emotionless, and his voice had become almost monotone. Seifer's whole demeanor had become lifeless.
"Maybe you should get to sleep."
"No, I'm fine," he regained his composure, trying not show weakness.
"I really think you shouldn't fight it," she new that it would eventually overcome him.
"No," his voice was sharp and commanding, "I'll be fine."
"Oh this is so ridiculous," she sighed, "I'm sorry."
"You should be," he said coldly, becoming glazed over once more.
"No, not for what I said, but for this; Sleep," a green mist surrounded him, and he could not fight off the magic. His body gave in, and later she knew that he would be grateful to her. For now she was grateful that she still had all her magic. It was all too suspicious though, the gypsy brought them back in time, into a non-changing house, and let them keep their magic.It was too unusual, just to strange.
"Poor dear," she said in a tone of fake sympathy from behind him. He was in a wooded area in a clearing. Several large tents were set up, all surrounding a circular area with a fire blazing in the center. This time the picture was clear, no fog at all, which frightened him. He did not want to see that face again, that hideous, shadow of a living thing. The soulless monster that lived in the confines of his memory.
"Poor, ignorant child," she laughed, she always laughed, was she hiding her true demonic qualities? Or did she just do it to remind him of the power that she held over him? This needed to end; this needed to end right now. Seifer didn't want to live in fear of closing his eyes, he didn't want to be manipulated again by something he wasn't even sure was there. The rage overcame him, spread throughout his whole being. Quickly he moved for his Hyperion, which was now there with him. He turned around and charged, eyes closed for fear of the being that he was now facing.
"Why are you doing this?!!" he shouted as he struck, only to find nothing, which is what he had suspected in the first place. Seifer had a habit of letting his action come first. Sharply he opened his eyes and surveyed the area. In a flash the monster was ten feet away.
"You betrayed me," he had thought that she had seen the worst of this thing, but he was wrong. In broad daylight the appearance was accentuated. Her hair, once silver was now shriveled and matted with dirt; her skin was decaying around her empty sockets of eyes, and her lips were simply not there, but she had fangs, long jagged fangs. Where her arms should have been were burned limbs without hands, but just black vapor energy that seemed to be sucking in the world around her. The rest of her body was much the same. She should be dead, it just seemed impossible for her to sustain life.
"What are you talking about?!! You betrayed me remember?!" he shouted at her, as he started to back away, still gripping his gunblade for dear life.
"You keep your excuses.But I would watch and listen very carefully to the people of this camp," she sounded bitter, almost defeated, but not quite. Seifer decided not to answer, but to do what she said.
A woman was walking into the camp from the woods, Seifer immediately recognized her as the gypsy woman. A man, about twenty five, came out to greet her. He was tall and had an olive complexion, she embraced him quickly; Seifer figured that they must be family, for they had an uncanny resemblance.
"What happened in the village aunt?" asked the young man as they sat on nearby rocks.
"I confronted him," she said solidly, "And I gave him what he deserved."
"I don't understand."
"I sent him into the past, nineteen years ago to be exact," at her words the man stood up in an angry frenzy.
"You did what?!!" he screamed at her, "What good will that do? What kind of revenge is that?! Nothing can come from this!!"
"Silence!" she bellowed, and the young man backed away, knowing that he had gone to far, "There is a reason, my foolhardy nephew; the wolf's emotions will get the best of him in time, and once he does, all of that will be taken away," the man broke into a smile as he realized the point; Seifer wished he understood.
"I see now," the nephew said slowly. Suddenly the gypsy woman looked right at them, "What is it?"
"We are being watched" she said in a low tone. The man looked at them too, but saw nothing. "They are shielded, but not from me, and she knows it.Good, but may I warn the one watching, it would be best to never spy on one who can see through your defenses.รจ andato!"
The scenery then faded away, and they were in that dark place again, and he could no longer see the demon. It was a relief and a troubling change, for he could no longer see the monstrosity, but he also couldn't see her actions.
"Stupid woman," she whispered more to herself than Seifer.
"What did I just see?" he demanded sternly, but she just laughed again.
"You don't understand do you?" she paused and sighed, "My dear ignorant boy, what sustains your life?" he didn't answer, "Maybe the more proper question would be what stops you from living?"
"Stop avoiding the truth!" he shouted as his eyes darted around the darkness.
"I promised you the impossible, and you believed it," obviously she enjoyed making him feel inferior, for she ignored the request. Seifer realized that she was talking about his disease, but he still didn't understand.
"You used me," he had begun to have de je vu.
"But you found treatment," she said as if she had done nothing wrong, "It may not cure you, but it keeps you from death."
"What are you getting at?" he whispered getting more and more suspicious.
"I just think it lucky that Dr. Odine invented this medicine six years ago."
"Six years." his voice trailed off as the truth became evident, "Then I'm."
"Yes!" she began to laugh again, more manically, and more truly than he had ever heard. She enjoyed to feed off his pain she enjoyed it more than being alive.
"No.No!!" he began to swing at the air in a tragic last resort as he fought off the tears. This meant that he would die slow and painfully within months, perhaps only weeks. Seifer was not ready for it, he was too young, and had to much to make up to the world. He needed to redeem himself.
Suddenly he felt himself being shaken by an invisible force.
"Seifer!" a worried voice sounded stridently. His eyes opened slowly, and he took a long breath. The lights had been turned on, meaning that it must be nightfall. "Are you alright? You were crying, and talking in your sleep."
"I'm going to die Quistis," he said, voice trembling, on the verge of more tears. He raised his head from the table, which he hadn't been moved from.
"Don't be silly." he cut her off.
"The medicine wont be made for another 16 years," he in a low voice, "Quistis, I don't want to die."
Another cliffhanger, I know I'm so mean! Hopefully this addressed the whole not describing the gypsy thing, and touched upon the whole Seifer being so calm about the illness thing. So r/r, and thanks in advance.
Chapter 4: Truth
It took a moment for his words to register in her mind. The gypsy? Quistis had honestly thought in to be nothing but a sham, some sort of joke. There was no way that she was a gypsy. What if it was true though? She had heard rumors of gypsy magic, but she had never thought they could be true. It was said that gypsy's had magic far more powerful than a sorceress.Considering that the gypsy, if she was one, could send them back in time, and the sorceress couldn't, what did that say about the difference in power?
"Seifer, think logically," she started, "She couldn't have been a gypsy, we would have known."
"How would we have known?" he asked rather sharply, "Do you remember what she looks like?"
"Well," she had to think about it, "She was short and had dark hair."
"Details," he interrupted.
"She." Quistis than realized that she had no recollection of what the woman had looked like beyond that.
"She wore a bandana," he stated, "Loose clothing, large gold earrings, and a lot of turquoise."
"What does that prove?" she placed her hand on her hips.
"When I was.Well you know, I learned how to see people," this statement immediately brought confusion to Quistis.
"See people?"
"Powerful people I guess," he looked upward as if he was trying to remember something, "They shield themselves, but being around magic like that for so long I was able to see through the shield."
"So you saw her, big deal, what makes you so sure that she was a gypsy?"
"Her eyes," he said distantly, "they were violet.Who has violet eyes that we know Quistis?"
"I'm not sure," usually she didn't pay very close attention to these things.
"She did," he gave her a look.
"Oh," she understood now, Ultimecia had had violet eyes, but did that prove anything?
"Now the question is why were we sent back in time? There are a million other things she could have done," he put his hands over his eyes. Seifer was suddenly feeling incredibly tired. He figured that his meds were kicking in, after all one of the ingredients was anesthesia. Quistis didn't reply, for she had no clue as to why anyone would send them back to this of all times. There was a silence in the room.
"I have just realized something," Quistis said while looking around the room.
"What?"
"The house hasn't changed."
"What do you mean?" he too looked around but there wasn't much to be changed.
"Well when we walked out, our clothes changed," she said slowly, "But look on the bed," he did and then noticed it too, "Your coat is still there."
"But what does it mean?" he questioned frustratingly.
"I'm not sure maybe." she stopped and looked at him with furrowed brows, "Are you okay?"
"What? Oh yeah I'm fine," he lied; he didn't want to cause a fuss.
"Because you don't look to good, are you going to start coughing again?" as soon as the words left her mouth she had known that it was one of the most stupid things to say, but he didn't call her on it.
"No, I'm just tired, that injection is starting to wear me out," as he spoke, it was like he wasn't even there. Quistis, being an Instructor, had seen her share of wounded people on medicine, rather than magic, but never had they acted like this. His face had become emotionless, and his voice had become almost monotone. Seifer's whole demeanor had become lifeless.
"Maybe you should get to sleep."
"No, I'm fine," he regained his composure, trying not show weakness.
"I really think you shouldn't fight it," she new that it would eventually overcome him.
"No," his voice was sharp and commanding, "I'll be fine."
"Oh this is so ridiculous," she sighed, "I'm sorry."
"You should be," he said coldly, becoming glazed over once more.
"No, not for what I said, but for this; Sleep," a green mist surrounded him, and he could not fight off the magic. His body gave in, and later she knew that he would be grateful to her. For now she was grateful that she still had all her magic. It was all too suspicious though, the gypsy brought them back in time, into a non-changing house, and let them keep their magic.It was too unusual, just to strange.
"Poor dear," she said in a tone of fake sympathy from behind him. He was in a wooded area in a clearing. Several large tents were set up, all surrounding a circular area with a fire blazing in the center. This time the picture was clear, no fog at all, which frightened him. He did not want to see that face again, that hideous, shadow of a living thing. The soulless monster that lived in the confines of his memory.
"Poor, ignorant child," she laughed, she always laughed, was she hiding her true demonic qualities? Or did she just do it to remind him of the power that she held over him? This needed to end; this needed to end right now. Seifer didn't want to live in fear of closing his eyes, he didn't want to be manipulated again by something he wasn't even sure was there. The rage overcame him, spread throughout his whole being. Quickly he moved for his Hyperion, which was now there with him. He turned around and charged, eyes closed for fear of the being that he was now facing.
"Why are you doing this?!!" he shouted as he struck, only to find nothing, which is what he had suspected in the first place. Seifer had a habit of letting his action come first. Sharply he opened his eyes and surveyed the area. In a flash the monster was ten feet away.
"You betrayed me," he had thought that she had seen the worst of this thing, but he was wrong. In broad daylight the appearance was accentuated. Her hair, once silver was now shriveled and matted with dirt; her skin was decaying around her empty sockets of eyes, and her lips were simply not there, but she had fangs, long jagged fangs. Where her arms should have been were burned limbs without hands, but just black vapor energy that seemed to be sucking in the world around her. The rest of her body was much the same. She should be dead, it just seemed impossible for her to sustain life.
"What are you talking about?!! You betrayed me remember?!" he shouted at her, as he started to back away, still gripping his gunblade for dear life.
"You keep your excuses.But I would watch and listen very carefully to the people of this camp," she sounded bitter, almost defeated, but not quite. Seifer decided not to answer, but to do what she said.
A woman was walking into the camp from the woods, Seifer immediately recognized her as the gypsy woman. A man, about twenty five, came out to greet her. He was tall and had an olive complexion, she embraced him quickly; Seifer figured that they must be family, for they had an uncanny resemblance.
"What happened in the village aunt?" asked the young man as they sat on nearby rocks.
"I confronted him," she said solidly, "And I gave him what he deserved."
"I don't understand."
"I sent him into the past, nineteen years ago to be exact," at her words the man stood up in an angry frenzy.
"You did what?!!" he screamed at her, "What good will that do? What kind of revenge is that?! Nothing can come from this!!"
"Silence!" she bellowed, and the young man backed away, knowing that he had gone to far, "There is a reason, my foolhardy nephew; the wolf's emotions will get the best of him in time, and once he does, all of that will be taken away," the man broke into a smile as he realized the point; Seifer wished he understood.
"I see now," the nephew said slowly. Suddenly the gypsy woman looked right at them, "What is it?"
"We are being watched" she said in a low tone. The man looked at them too, but saw nothing. "They are shielded, but not from me, and she knows it.Good, but may I warn the one watching, it would be best to never spy on one who can see through your defenses.รจ andato!"
The scenery then faded away, and they were in that dark place again, and he could no longer see the demon. It was a relief and a troubling change, for he could no longer see the monstrosity, but he also couldn't see her actions.
"Stupid woman," she whispered more to herself than Seifer.
"What did I just see?" he demanded sternly, but she just laughed again.
"You don't understand do you?" she paused and sighed, "My dear ignorant boy, what sustains your life?" he didn't answer, "Maybe the more proper question would be what stops you from living?"
"Stop avoiding the truth!" he shouted as his eyes darted around the darkness.
"I promised you the impossible, and you believed it," obviously she enjoyed making him feel inferior, for she ignored the request. Seifer realized that she was talking about his disease, but he still didn't understand.
"You used me," he had begun to have de je vu.
"But you found treatment," she said as if she had done nothing wrong, "It may not cure you, but it keeps you from death."
"What are you getting at?" he whispered getting more and more suspicious.
"I just think it lucky that Dr. Odine invented this medicine six years ago."
"Six years." his voice trailed off as the truth became evident, "Then I'm."
"Yes!" she began to laugh again, more manically, and more truly than he had ever heard. She enjoyed to feed off his pain she enjoyed it more than being alive.
"No.No!!" he began to swing at the air in a tragic last resort as he fought off the tears. This meant that he would die slow and painfully within months, perhaps only weeks. Seifer was not ready for it, he was too young, and had to much to make up to the world. He needed to redeem himself.
Suddenly he felt himself being shaken by an invisible force.
"Seifer!" a worried voice sounded stridently. His eyes opened slowly, and he took a long breath. The lights had been turned on, meaning that it must be nightfall. "Are you alright? You were crying, and talking in your sleep."
"I'm going to die Quistis," he said, voice trembling, on the verge of more tears. He raised his head from the table, which he hadn't been moved from.
"Don't be silly." he cut her off.
"The medicine wont be made for another 16 years," he in a low voice, "Quistis, I don't want to die."
Another cliffhanger, I know I'm so mean! Hopefully this addressed the whole not describing the gypsy thing, and touched upon the whole Seifer being so calm about the illness thing. So r/r, and thanks in advance.