Well here we go, I do not own ffviii Squaresoft does. So r/r
and thanks you in advance
Wisdom of Age
Seifer quickly made his way to the house, went up the stairs and hid the case containing the Hyperion. He didn't trust Quistis when it came to things like this, he knew it was suspicious, but she would over analyze it, she would take it too seriously.And maybe that is how he should approach it, but all he knew was in that weapon, the only weapon he had ever wielded truly. Perhaps he should have heeded the warning about the trials, but then again, old men were known to be cynical. Seifer went to leave the room, but turned back almost frightened, and brought the case onto his bed. He paused; debating with himself, then opened the ancient looked case, and inside was his sword, his blade. Seifer felt power radiating from the weapon, as if anything it touched would wither and die, as if he were unstoppable.Then he remembered the little girl.It was him who killed her wasn't it? Why had he been given the opportunity to reclaim his blade at that moment? It was all too convenient, all too well thought out. Being Seifer though, he erased the thoughts from his mind, and swiftly put away the saber, and went down the stairs. As he descended he saw Quistis looking up at the stairway, with a look of defeat on her face.
"No luck?" he asked in a low toned voice. She simply shook her head and sighed. Seifer had never seen her in that manner before. Quistis was the fearless one, the one who never admitted defeat, but now it was like her perfect persona was dying, her mask was cracking into bits.
"Nope, in all those hours of talking to people, nothing," she pulled a seat away from the table and took a seat. Seifer became confused by her words.
"Hours?" surely it hadn't been hours.No it wasn't anything close to an hour or more had it been?
"Yes," she said furrowing her brow, "It is four in the afternoon," Seifer felt a great well of sorrow gather inside him. At least he thought it was sorrow, but then again, maybe he just didn't want to admit fear to himself. Where had he been for those hours? Something wasn't right, something definitely not right.
"I don't remember," he admitted to Quistis, and immediately after, he regretted it. It was as if the words just slipped out of his mouth, the truth was caustic at times, and he had a feeling that this was one of those times.
"What do you mean," she asked impatiently.
"I mean I don't remember the hours that we were gone from this house," he hushed his voice, as if fretting that somebody was listening, "I remember going down that path, only talking to one person and then coming straight back here."
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know.It must have been the man I talked to," Seifer's mind was calculating the events of the past day, but nothing except for the old mans personality was out of the ordinary.
"No," she said quickly, "Everyone in this town is harmless, even the gypsy, she doesn't have her magic yet.We spoke briefly."
"Something isn't right," he muttered to himself, he was actually starting to feel quite warm, and dizzy. Afraid of losing his balance, he too took a seat. After a rather long pause, Quistis spoke.
"How often did you take your medication?" she asked quietly.
"A few times a day...Oh, you think," he suddenly felt very stupid for ever letting it get this far.
"It happens sometimes during withdrawal.It is a new side effect of some medication, it makes the user black out, without really blacking out to put it simply."
"What else will happen?" he asked putting his head on his palms as he internally felt extremely sorry for himself.
"I don't know," Quistis spoke even more quietly, "It usually depends on the person, and the drug they were on."
"Great, not only am I going to die, I am going to die like a junkie." There was another silence, but this time, an awkward one, he knew that he had made her feel uncomfortable, "Jeez, Quistis I'm sorry, this is the last thing you need on your plate, and.Well you have been so good about it, and." she cut him off with a weary smile.
"Shh. I think it would be best if you got some rest, Winhil nights come quickly, and it will be dark soon. Please for my sake, for my peace of mind, get some rest," her voice was gentle and humanlike, much contrary to her teaching tome that she incorporated so often in her every day life.
"But." again he was unable to finish.
"I love your bravery, but this is one battle you will not win," it almost pained her to say so, "Perhaps, it was fait that led us here, a strange roll of the dice, but there are some things we cannot control."
"What are you talking about?" he wondered out loud. She suddenly seemed to realize what she was saying and gave a short laugh.
"I was rambling again wasn't I?" she smiled brightly, but for a moment, Seifer could have sworn that he saw a very downcast look on her face, "Now please go upstairs and rest, you need our strength."
Earlier that day.
Quistis followed the young gypsy after the funeral, to see if maybe she could be of some help. It seemed like the logical thing to do, because if anyone had the power to bring them back to their proper time, surely this gypsy was the one to do it. As it turned out, the gypsy, and her family, owned a little fortune telling shop, which was obviously not there in the future. With hesitation, Quistis entered through the beaded doors into the heavily perfumed structure. There was only one person there, and it was the young gypsy who stood behind the register counter. She smiled a fake smile to Quistis.
"May I help you?" she came out from behind the counter, "Tell me what you desire.A love potion? A charm to ward off evil spirits? No.I know what you are here for, you are here for a reading."
"Umm no." but the gypsy would hear nothing of it, and led her to a very small, dimly lit room in the back of the shop.
"My grandmother is the most talented gypsy of our tribe, she will tell you the truth behind your destiny," and before Quistis could argue, the woman was gone, and within a minute, a very ancient looking lady slowly hobbled into the room. She gave Quistis a look over and then sat down, placing her hand on the table.
"Let me gaze into your palm child," the woman requested in a heavily accented voice. Quistis obeyed skeptically as the old crone snatched her hand to bring it closer. "People say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, but the hands, the hands are the keys, and the knobs to opening that gateway. You trust in Madame Enrokya, she is never wrong."
"Never?"
"Not once," Madame Enrokya looked up and smiled a rather devilish smile that made Quistis feel a bit uneasy, "You have lived many years more than your age.These hands are tired and worn, as if living through many lives already without rest..Hmm..Not happy, never happy before this time.All alone I see.But you are with the one you love."
"What?!" Quistis blurted out almost laughing, "That isn't possible!" but the gypsy just smiled.
"The one with the heart of ice and the fire in his eyes, so dedicated to the last spark before the flame is dwindled. Tall he is, and handsome.Yet he is worn like you are, scarred like you are. You may not know it yet, but you will be with him until his untimely end.So young, so sad. What you seek will be given to you, only moments to late, and you will live with this forever. You are a teacher yes?"
"Yes," Quistis said in a daze.
"You teach and give, and yet you never seem to receive.During your visit, you will receive your worth.A word of warning though.Beware that which lies in the past, for that is what has truly led you here."
"The past?"
"Take care of him my child, for you two are very much the same." she got up from her seat, "I must take my leave now, one of my grandchildren have scrapped their knee and I am needed to mend it."
"But what."
"Don't worry about the payment dear, the next time you see me we'll work something out," and with that she left, leaving Quistis in complete disbelief, and yet in utter confusion. Of course she didn't buy into this did she? Slowly she exited the shop, only to see two little boys running around, one deciding to trip the other, who fell onto his knees, cutting them up and drawing blood. It was too much of a coincidence.But surely she couldn't.Not her and Seifer.He was so.And she was so.It was all so confusing.
Well r/r please, and yeah this chapter probably suck, but I assure you, the next one will rock your socks off, it is after all going to be a songfic.
Wisdom of Age
Seifer quickly made his way to the house, went up the stairs and hid the case containing the Hyperion. He didn't trust Quistis when it came to things like this, he knew it was suspicious, but she would over analyze it, she would take it too seriously.And maybe that is how he should approach it, but all he knew was in that weapon, the only weapon he had ever wielded truly. Perhaps he should have heeded the warning about the trials, but then again, old men were known to be cynical. Seifer went to leave the room, but turned back almost frightened, and brought the case onto his bed. He paused; debating with himself, then opened the ancient looked case, and inside was his sword, his blade. Seifer felt power radiating from the weapon, as if anything it touched would wither and die, as if he were unstoppable.Then he remembered the little girl.It was him who killed her wasn't it? Why had he been given the opportunity to reclaim his blade at that moment? It was all too convenient, all too well thought out. Being Seifer though, he erased the thoughts from his mind, and swiftly put away the saber, and went down the stairs. As he descended he saw Quistis looking up at the stairway, with a look of defeat on her face.
"No luck?" he asked in a low toned voice. She simply shook her head and sighed. Seifer had never seen her in that manner before. Quistis was the fearless one, the one who never admitted defeat, but now it was like her perfect persona was dying, her mask was cracking into bits.
"Nope, in all those hours of talking to people, nothing," she pulled a seat away from the table and took a seat. Seifer became confused by her words.
"Hours?" surely it hadn't been hours.No it wasn't anything close to an hour or more had it been?
"Yes," she said furrowing her brow, "It is four in the afternoon," Seifer felt a great well of sorrow gather inside him. At least he thought it was sorrow, but then again, maybe he just didn't want to admit fear to himself. Where had he been for those hours? Something wasn't right, something definitely not right.
"I don't remember," he admitted to Quistis, and immediately after, he regretted it. It was as if the words just slipped out of his mouth, the truth was caustic at times, and he had a feeling that this was one of those times.
"What do you mean," she asked impatiently.
"I mean I don't remember the hours that we were gone from this house," he hushed his voice, as if fretting that somebody was listening, "I remember going down that path, only talking to one person and then coming straight back here."
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know.It must have been the man I talked to," Seifer's mind was calculating the events of the past day, but nothing except for the old mans personality was out of the ordinary.
"No," she said quickly, "Everyone in this town is harmless, even the gypsy, she doesn't have her magic yet.We spoke briefly."
"Something isn't right," he muttered to himself, he was actually starting to feel quite warm, and dizzy. Afraid of losing his balance, he too took a seat. After a rather long pause, Quistis spoke.
"How often did you take your medication?" she asked quietly.
"A few times a day...Oh, you think," he suddenly felt very stupid for ever letting it get this far.
"It happens sometimes during withdrawal.It is a new side effect of some medication, it makes the user black out, without really blacking out to put it simply."
"What else will happen?" he asked putting his head on his palms as he internally felt extremely sorry for himself.
"I don't know," Quistis spoke even more quietly, "It usually depends on the person, and the drug they were on."
"Great, not only am I going to die, I am going to die like a junkie." There was another silence, but this time, an awkward one, he knew that he had made her feel uncomfortable, "Jeez, Quistis I'm sorry, this is the last thing you need on your plate, and.Well you have been so good about it, and." she cut him off with a weary smile.
"Shh. I think it would be best if you got some rest, Winhil nights come quickly, and it will be dark soon. Please for my sake, for my peace of mind, get some rest," her voice was gentle and humanlike, much contrary to her teaching tome that she incorporated so often in her every day life.
"But." again he was unable to finish.
"I love your bravery, but this is one battle you will not win," it almost pained her to say so, "Perhaps, it was fait that led us here, a strange roll of the dice, but there are some things we cannot control."
"What are you talking about?" he wondered out loud. She suddenly seemed to realize what she was saying and gave a short laugh.
"I was rambling again wasn't I?" she smiled brightly, but for a moment, Seifer could have sworn that he saw a very downcast look on her face, "Now please go upstairs and rest, you need our strength."
Earlier that day.
Quistis followed the young gypsy after the funeral, to see if maybe she could be of some help. It seemed like the logical thing to do, because if anyone had the power to bring them back to their proper time, surely this gypsy was the one to do it. As it turned out, the gypsy, and her family, owned a little fortune telling shop, which was obviously not there in the future. With hesitation, Quistis entered through the beaded doors into the heavily perfumed structure. There was only one person there, and it was the young gypsy who stood behind the register counter. She smiled a fake smile to Quistis.
"May I help you?" she came out from behind the counter, "Tell me what you desire.A love potion? A charm to ward off evil spirits? No.I know what you are here for, you are here for a reading."
"Umm no." but the gypsy would hear nothing of it, and led her to a very small, dimly lit room in the back of the shop.
"My grandmother is the most talented gypsy of our tribe, she will tell you the truth behind your destiny," and before Quistis could argue, the woman was gone, and within a minute, a very ancient looking lady slowly hobbled into the room. She gave Quistis a look over and then sat down, placing her hand on the table.
"Let me gaze into your palm child," the woman requested in a heavily accented voice. Quistis obeyed skeptically as the old crone snatched her hand to bring it closer. "People say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, but the hands, the hands are the keys, and the knobs to opening that gateway. You trust in Madame Enrokya, she is never wrong."
"Never?"
"Not once," Madame Enrokya looked up and smiled a rather devilish smile that made Quistis feel a bit uneasy, "You have lived many years more than your age.These hands are tired and worn, as if living through many lives already without rest..Hmm..Not happy, never happy before this time.All alone I see.But you are with the one you love."
"What?!" Quistis blurted out almost laughing, "That isn't possible!" but the gypsy just smiled.
"The one with the heart of ice and the fire in his eyes, so dedicated to the last spark before the flame is dwindled. Tall he is, and handsome.Yet he is worn like you are, scarred like you are. You may not know it yet, but you will be with him until his untimely end.So young, so sad. What you seek will be given to you, only moments to late, and you will live with this forever. You are a teacher yes?"
"Yes," Quistis said in a daze.
"You teach and give, and yet you never seem to receive.During your visit, you will receive your worth.A word of warning though.Beware that which lies in the past, for that is what has truly led you here."
"The past?"
"Take care of him my child, for you two are very much the same." she got up from her seat, "I must take my leave now, one of my grandchildren have scrapped their knee and I am needed to mend it."
"But what."
"Don't worry about the payment dear, the next time you see me we'll work something out," and with that she left, leaving Quistis in complete disbelief, and yet in utter confusion. Of course she didn't buy into this did she? Slowly she exited the shop, only to see two little boys running around, one deciding to trip the other, who fell onto his knees, cutting them up and drawing blood. It was too much of a coincidence.But surely she couldn't.Not her and Seifer.He was so.And she was so.It was all so confusing.
Well r/r please, and yeah this chapter probably suck, but I assure you, the next one will rock your socks off, it is after all going to be a songfic.