Okay, it took a while but chapter 7 is here, and we get to
learn about the Hyperions origins! If there is any grammatical problems I
apologize, I am exhausted. So I don't own ffviii, Squaresoft does, the
lucky bastards. R/r or else, and enjoy!
Chapter 7: The God of Light
He made his decent downward to the first floor, of the quaint house. It was so simple, as if everyone who lived there was carefree, and almost dull. He stopped three steps from the bottom, and sighed, his mind full of worry, his heart full of sorrow due to his new web of lies that he was about to weave. She was already there, sitting at the table, still in the black pants and light blue sleeveless turtle neck, hair in her normal style. Quistis did not meet his eyes; it brought her too much pain, and discomfort. Seifer sat across from her and just stared at her face, so determined not to look into his. She broke the silence.
"Seifer." he cut her off at that.
"Forget it," he said quickly, "I just don't want to think about it, okay? No discussion, none of that shit, let's just concentrate on getting back home, then I can get more of the medicine, and everything will be okay again."
"I was just going to say good morning," she smiled, of course she wasn't actually going to say that, but she figured he could do with a bit of humor. He gave a chuckle, and looked through the window, by the front door. A few soldiers talking with the townspeople, but it didn't look hostile in any way. It was quite odd, most of the time military people kept to themselves, but they were so friendly with the people. The birds were singing, the air was fresh with spring flowers blossoming under the reborn sun.I was different, but nice.
"Well, not to rush things, but shall we go investigate?" he acted almost happy, and cheerful, but to himself, he was transparent, and obviously hiding something. Quistis thought nothing of it.
"Sure," she rose, as did Seifer, and they exited the house, into the hubbub of small town life. There new home was situated, ironically, right next to Raine's pub, which was busy and had people bustling in and out of it. This was not the scene Quistis had ever witnessed in her magical flashbacks.
"Where should we start you think?" he asked putting his hands in his back pockets considering he now had no gunblade to grip. Seifer looked over at Quistis, who looked lost in thought, as if she were trying to remember something.
"Laguna wouldn't know anything, neither would Raine.Hyne I know that I am forgetting something, but what?" she took a few steps forward and looked all around the main square, "Stupid GF's."
"The whole memory thing?"
"How d o you know about that?" she asked breaking away from her train of thought. They had gotten so caught up in their experience with time compression and the sorceress that they completely forgot about the memory loss cause by the GF's, which in a way is ironic. He shrugged.
"It wasn't terribly hard to figure it out," he smirked, "I have an excellent memory, and when I started using the GFs, I forgot the simplest things. That is why I don't like using them, it isn't worth it to forget something important," he looked down in with a dark look, for he had forgotten all last night, and he knew he had been awake. Quistis was just now realizing how little he did use the guardians, in fact, the only time she had seen him use one was during the SeeD test in Dollet.Her mind began to wonder; if he hadn't had the strength of that the GF provided, and nearly one all his battles against their group, then how powerful must he be in his own right? She was then distracted, though, by a concession of people wearing black walking through the square with a casket in the middle of them. It was a rather small casket, the kind that a child would receive if they passed away.
"Who do you think the funeral procession is for?" he asked under his breath, afraid somebody might hear him. His heart was racing, could he have killed whoever was in that coffin?
"A child," Quistis said quietly. She strode towards the group, to the only person that looked in control of their emotions in the slightest. It was a woman, about twenty eight, and rather familiar looking, frighteningly familiar. She had black curly hair hidden under a black scarf, with the most striking violet eyes.
"Excuse me," Quistis said politely to the woman, who looked up sadly, "What happened?"
"This morning, very early, we found her mauled in her bed, as if an animal attacked her. It was not an animal though."
"It wasn't?"
"No, this is the work of one of the sorceress's minions. Of course you have heard of Adel's search for a successor, but never has she killed the unworthy until now.She was only 8" she nodded to them and scampered off to rejoin the still moving death procession. Seifer's face paled in realization; he had killed the girl, it had been him, who else could have done it? And the woman that was just speaking to them must be the gypsy, only younger.
"It's horrible," Quistis whispered, face turning to stone with anger and confusion. She looked at Seifer, "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said quickly looking through her, staring off into space. In an instant he snapped out of it and became very alert and almost nervous," Hey, maybe it would be faster if we split up, you know so we could cover more ground."
"Sounds like a plan, I'll head strait, you cover the far end of town alright?" she had a newfound vigor, as if by going home would avenge that little girl, or perhaps she just wanted to get out of the mournful situation.
"Okay," and with that he set off to his left, leaving Quistis and the party of people in black behind him. Seifer wasn't concentrating on getting home at the moment though, he was too worried, too scared. He walked a little faster than usual, very often running a hand through his hair. Everything around him just didn't seem to exist, he was oblivious to the world around him, until he heard a voice.
"Hey kid, nobody is allowed to leave the town," the voice was low and sounded rather old and grisly. Seifer hadn't even realized it but he had almost reached the outskirts of Winhil. "Sense that little girl was killed this morning; nobody gets in or out of the town until the culprit is caught.
"Oh," Seifer said quietly as he turned around and looked at the man, who was in a house and shop, leaning on a windowsill. The man looked nothing like his voice, while yes he was old, he looked gentle and held a smile as if he knew something that Seifer didn't. Seifer began to walk back into the main recesses of the village but the merchant stopped him.
"How's your Greek mythology kid?" it was a rather odd question, a question that made Seifer turn around once more and walk close to this man, until he was shaded by a large willow tree growing two feel away from the house.
"What did you say?" he asked confusingly, scrunching up his eyebrows. Seifer knew certain things about myths, but not much, after all Greece was an extinct place, gone thousands of years ago, though nobody was quite sure how.
"Greek mythology, I just wondered if you knew of a certain character.You reminded me of him, or at least his image in the last of the ancient text."
"I'm not sure I follow."
"This man was a Titan, the Greek God of Light, quite possibly the first light god. Anyway, he had three children, all with extraordinary gifts over certain things; there was Helius the god of the sun, Selene the goddess of the moon, and Eos the goddess of god. I heard this story, translated the text and created something from it."
"Where are you going with this?" Seifer asked suspiciously, the man just smiled.
"I am in the craft of weapon making, my specialty being swords; that lunatic monster hunter has one of mine, but I bet you my shop he breaks it in a year. The thing is, as I look at you I can tell you are a swordsman, you carry yourself in that inexplicable way.And your scar.It is from a blade is it not?"
"Yes.The Lionheart gunblade," the man looked quite surprised and rather angry.
"Gunblade?!"
"Yes."
"I never made the Lionheart to be a gunblade, that fool Laguna must have remodeled it! Tell me when did this happen? How long has my piece of beauty been turned into this new high tech gizmo?" Seifer immediately knew that he had made a mistake in telling him this, but decided to not answer the man.
"You created the Lionheart?"
"Of course, who else could?! None of these young fools knows a thing about metal and how to work it properly," he looked disgruntled for a moment but then laughed, "You pulled me away from my point you man!"
"You have one?" Sefer asked indignantly, but the man just smiled.
"I know that you are missing your saber.So I have business for you," He paused again, "I have recently restored an ancient blade, one used by the God of Light Hyperion himself," Seifer nearly fell over, could this man have be the creator of his trusty weapon? No, this guy clearly hated gunblades, he would never.That is unless it had been changed later.
"It isn't possible."
"Don't be so sure," the man took the statement in the wrong tense, "This metal is unbreakable, built to last forever.I was once young my friend, and I excavated around the world with my fellow archeologists, we were the best. When we found the ancient text, and the sword, they were locked up tight in a casket of the very same dark metal. The texts have drawings of the sword, and tell tails of its undying power."
"I need to have that sword," Seifer interrupted; the Hyperion was like his only true friend, the thing that was always there for him in the toughest of spots. The Hyperion was the only blade he had every used in his life.
"I had a feeling you would say that," the man's eyes, icy blue, were glittering slyly. He disappeared into a back room, and brought out a very old looking case embedded with gold. He swung open a table on hinges and placed the case on it. Slowly he opened the case and revealed the Hyperion, only different. It was definitely his gunblade, only it wasn't a gunblade. It was a sword, a spectacular sword, but only a sword. The handle was gold with engravings on it, and the gold spread in thin patterns on the dark metal. How many times had this blade been remodeled for it to loose every speck of gold? But it was beautiful.
"How much?" he asked quickly, though he had no money.
"For you, it is free," Seifer looked up at the man after these words in disbelief, "But only for two reasons, one being another myth; it is told that when the saber finds the descendent of Hyperion, the reincarnation of Hyperion, that the full powers are revealed, and I think that, according to the text, you might be the one."
"What is the second reason?"
"The trails you will go though will be most difficult I imagine, and I think you will need all the money you can get."
"Trials?" Seifer was beginning to think that is guy was some sort of crack pot.
"You didn't think that the sword would care about blood do you? The proof of Hyperion is in his suffering, for only Hyperion could withstand the dark times that you will see," his voice became lower in volume, "Then again if you are the god of light, the darkness will always fade away.You will just have to go through hell to receive the light."
"I see," Seifer quickly shut the case and slid it off the table. He looked at the man in a disturbed way, he knew the man must be a complete senile fool, but he was a very convincing senile fool.
"Thanks," Seifer began to walk away to the echoing sounds of the man's laughter, his unbalanced laughter, because at the end of every experience that is how it ends, with laughter, terrifying bone chilling laughter.
Okay I hope it was worth the wait, I finally got past the details into a little but of the plot. So r/r, and thanks in advance.
Chapter 7: The God of Light
He made his decent downward to the first floor, of the quaint house. It was so simple, as if everyone who lived there was carefree, and almost dull. He stopped three steps from the bottom, and sighed, his mind full of worry, his heart full of sorrow due to his new web of lies that he was about to weave. She was already there, sitting at the table, still in the black pants and light blue sleeveless turtle neck, hair in her normal style. Quistis did not meet his eyes; it brought her too much pain, and discomfort. Seifer sat across from her and just stared at her face, so determined not to look into his. She broke the silence.
"Seifer." he cut her off at that.
"Forget it," he said quickly, "I just don't want to think about it, okay? No discussion, none of that shit, let's just concentrate on getting back home, then I can get more of the medicine, and everything will be okay again."
"I was just going to say good morning," she smiled, of course she wasn't actually going to say that, but she figured he could do with a bit of humor. He gave a chuckle, and looked through the window, by the front door. A few soldiers talking with the townspeople, but it didn't look hostile in any way. It was quite odd, most of the time military people kept to themselves, but they were so friendly with the people. The birds were singing, the air was fresh with spring flowers blossoming under the reborn sun.I was different, but nice.
"Well, not to rush things, but shall we go investigate?" he acted almost happy, and cheerful, but to himself, he was transparent, and obviously hiding something. Quistis thought nothing of it.
"Sure," she rose, as did Seifer, and they exited the house, into the hubbub of small town life. There new home was situated, ironically, right next to Raine's pub, which was busy and had people bustling in and out of it. This was not the scene Quistis had ever witnessed in her magical flashbacks.
"Where should we start you think?" he asked putting his hands in his back pockets considering he now had no gunblade to grip. Seifer looked over at Quistis, who looked lost in thought, as if she were trying to remember something.
"Laguna wouldn't know anything, neither would Raine.Hyne I know that I am forgetting something, but what?" she took a few steps forward and looked all around the main square, "Stupid GF's."
"The whole memory thing?"
"How d o you know about that?" she asked breaking away from her train of thought. They had gotten so caught up in their experience with time compression and the sorceress that they completely forgot about the memory loss cause by the GF's, which in a way is ironic. He shrugged.
"It wasn't terribly hard to figure it out," he smirked, "I have an excellent memory, and when I started using the GFs, I forgot the simplest things. That is why I don't like using them, it isn't worth it to forget something important," he looked down in with a dark look, for he had forgotten all last night, and he knew he had been awake. Quistis was just now realizing how little he did use the guardians, in fact, the only time she had seen him use one was during the SeeD test in Dollet.Her mind began to wonder; if he hadn't had the strength of that the GF provided, and nearly one all his battles against their group, then how powerful must he be in his own right? She was then distracted, though, by a concession of people wearing black walking through the square with a casket in the middle of them. It was a rather small casket, the kind that a child would receive if they passed away.
"Who do you think the funeral procession is for?" he asked under his breath, afraid somebody might hear him. His heart was racing, could he have killed whoever was in that coffin?
"A child," Quistis said quietly. She strode towards the group, to the only person that looked in control of their emotions in the slightest. It was a woman, about twenty eight, and rather familiar looking, frighteningly familiar. She had black curly hair hidden under a black scarf, with the most striking violet eyes.
"Excuse me," Quistis said politely to the woman, who looked up sadly, "What happened?"
"This morning, very early, we found her mauled in her bed, as if an animal attacked her. It was not an animal though."
"It wasn't?"
"No, this is the work of one of the sorceress's minions. Of course you have heard of Adel's search for a successor, but never has she killed the unworthy until now.She was only 8" she nodded to them and scampered off to rejoin the still moving death procession. Seifer's face paled in realization; he had killed the girl, it had been him, who else could have done it? And the woman that was just speaking to them must be the gypsy, only younger.
"It's horrible," Quistis whispered, face turning to stone with anger and confusion. She looked at Seifer, "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said quickly looking through her, staring off into space. In an instant he snapped out of it and became very alert and almost nervous," Hey, maybe it would be faster if we split up, you know so we could cover more ground."
"Sounds like a plan, I'll head strait, you cover the far end of town alright?" she had a newfound vigor, as if by going home would avenge that little girl, or perhaps she just wanted to get out of the mournful situation.
"Okay," and with that he set off to his left, leaving Quistis and the party of people in black behind him. Seifer wasn't concentrating on getting home at the moment though, he was too worried, too scared. He walked a little faster than usual, very often running a hand through his hair. Everything around him just didn't seem to exist, he was oblivious to the world around him, until he heard a voice.
"Hey kid, nobody is allowed to leave the town," the voice was low and sounded rather old and grisly. Seifer hadn't even realized it but he had almost reached the outskirts of Winhil. "Sense that little girl was killed this morning; nobody gets in or out of the town until the culprit is caught.
"Oh," Seifer said quietly as he turned around and looked at the man, who was in a house and shop, leaning on a windowsill. The man looked nothing like his voice, while yes he was old, he looked gentle and held a smile as if he knew something that Seifer didn't. Seifer began to walk back into the main recesses of the village but the merchant stopped him.
"How's your Greek mythology kid?" it was a rather odd question, a question that made Seifer turn around once more and walk close to this man, until he was shaded by a large willow tree growing two feel away from the house.
"What did you say?" he asked confusingly, scrunching up his eyebrows. Seifer knew certain things about myths, but not much, after all Greece was an extinct place, gone thousands of years ago, though nobody was quite sure how.
"Greek mythology, I just wondered if you knew of a certain character.You reminded me of him, or at least his image in the last of the ancient text."
"I'm not sure I follow."
"This man was a Titan, the Greek God of Light, quite possibly the first light god. Anyway, he had three children, all with extraordinary gifts over certain things; there was Helius the god of the sun, Selene the goddess of the moon, and Eos the goddess of god. I heard this story, translated the text and created something from it."
"Where are you going with this?" Seifer asked suspiciously, the man just smiled.
"I am in the craft of weapon making, my specialty being swords; that lunatic monster hunter has one of mine, but I bet you my shop he breaks it in a year. The thing is, as I look at you I can tell you are a swordsman, you carry yourself in that inexplicable way.And your scar.It is from a blade is it not?"
"Yes.The Lionheart gunblade," the man looked quite surprised and rather angry.
"Gunblade?!"
"Yes."
"I never made the Lionheart to be a gunblade, that fool Laguna must have remodeled it! Tell me when did this happen? How long has my piece of beauty been turned into this new high tech gizmo?" Seifer immediately knew that he had made a mistake in telling him this, but decided to not answer the man.
"You created the Lionheart?"
"Of course, who else could?! None of these young fools knows a thing about metal and how to work it properly," he looked disgruntled for a moment but then laughed, "You pulled me away from my point you man!"
"You have one?" Sefer asked indignantly, but the man just smiled.
"I know that you are missing your saber.So I have business for you," He paused again, "I have recently restored an ancient blade, one used by the God of Light Hyperion himself," Seifer nearly fell over, could this man have be the creator of his trusty weapon? No, this guy clearly hated gunblades, he would never.That is unless it had been changed later.
"It isn't possible."
"Don't be so sure," the man took the statement in the wrong tense, "This metal is unbreakable, built to last forever.I was once young my friend, and I excavated around the world with my fellow archeologists, we were the best. When we found the ancient text, and the sword, they were locked up tight in a casket of the very same dark metal. The texts have drawings of the sword, and tell tails of its undying power."
"I need to have that sword," Seifer interrupted; the Hyperion was like his only true friend, the thing that was always there for him in the toughest of spots. The Hyperion was the only blade he had every used in his life.
"I had a feeling you would say that," the man's eyes, icy blue, were glittering slyly. He disappeared into a back room, and brought out a very old looking case embedded with gold. He swung open a table on hinges and placed the case on it. Slowly he opened the case and revealed the Hyperion, only different. It was definitely his gunblade, only it wasn't a gunblade. It was a sword, a spectacular sword, but only a sword. The handle was gold with engravings on it, and the gold spread in thin patterns on the dark metal. How many times had this blade been remodeled for it to loose every speck of gold? But it was beautiful.
"How much?" he asked quickly, though he had no money.
"For you, it is free," Seifer looked up at the man after these words in disbelief, "But only for two reasons, one being another myth; it is told that when the saber finds the descendent of Hyperion, the reincarnation of Hyperion, that the full powers are revealed, and I think that, according to the text, you might be the one."
"What is the second reason?"
"The trails you will go though will be most difficult I imagine, and I think you will need all the money you can get."
"Trials?" Seifer was beginning to think that is guy was some sort of crack pot.
"You didn't think that the sword would care about blood do you? The proof of Hyperion is in his suffering, for only Hyperion could withstand the dark times that you will see," his voice became lower in volume, "Then again if you are the god of light, the darkness will always fade away.You will just have to go through hell to receive the light."
"I see," Seifer quickly shut the case and slid it off the table. He looked at the man in a disturbed way, he knew the man must be a complete senile fool, but he was a very convincing senile fool.
"Thanks," Seifer began to walk away to the echoing sounds of the man's laughter, his unbalanced laughter, because at the end of every experience that is how it ends, with laughter, terrifying bone chilling laughter.
Okay I hope it was worth the wait, I finally got past the details into a little but of the plot. So r/r, and thanks in advance.