Chapter 2
Whoohoo! I'm going to personally shout-out to all those who reviewed! Thanks for the encouragement guys, keep it coming! Pink-Flames: If you return then you shall ^_^ Satoshi: ^_^ LividCoffee: You're about to find out ^_^ Lyaka: Ok. Angel Greenleaf: I would like to know where I'm going with this myself :S ChaosWEAPON: Yeah, I'm reading the Wastelands right now. Gotta love Stephen King. Sarsa: Stop crying! Your mascara will run! *offers tissues Phoebe: I didn't want to write about Zell as I was trying to get out of my dark mood by that time (I wrote in two sittings) and didn't feel like depressing meself further. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first ^_^ Divine Sorceress: As I will, unless we get killed from here to Europe. Wayward Tempest: *falls to floor Owwie! Anyway, email me gurl and you'll get a sneak peek! (since I've emailed you like 3 times, grumble grumble) Ethrial: Glad I have your attention ^_^ Guest: Make sure to come back and check up on it!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea for my story.
Dark flames rose around the throne, downing out the screams of those held in chains below him. The man seated there was clothed in a black robe and trousers, fitting attire for one such as himself as they were stained with blood.
The crimson orb from the battle fought far into the future lay in his hand, it's dull and dark depths peering up at him and searching the blackness of his soul.
"Tch, what a trifle thing. How could this hold so much power…? No matter; the memories stored inside will not be able to save this turn of the wheel, as they have not been able to save the last stretching into eternity past and the future that will stretch into eternity present. Although as long as this is alive, time cannot pass beyond the battle. The young sorceress has been clever in that aspect, but still not clever enough to save all that she loves."
The piercing scream of a young woman below caused the man to flinch as it bore it's way into his brain. Had he the choice, he would not be here, be bound to this orb that mingled his own life force to it's depths. But he was not one to ponder why he got where he was, so he dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it had come.
He sighed. Another turn of the wheel, another place to send the orb to, in an attempt to hide it. Although he didn't want Squall, Rinoa and the others to win in this ever-long battle, he was growing weary of re-living this past little while over and over again. He supposed it was the fickle hand that fate had dealt him, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.
"Go now," he commanded the orb, causing it to levitate from his hand and float silently in the air, "Go to Edea's orphanage and bury yourself within that Hyne forsaken wreckage. Maybe they won't be able to find it, and the world will move on as it once did…"
Large, fluffy white storm clouds lolled lazily in the sky, too intent on enjoying the sunlight to move anywhere from their current position. The sky around the clouds was a cerulean blue, the perfect colour on a day like today. It was neither too warm nor too cold; just that perfect temperature in which one wore a light coat over a t-shirt. The wind wasn't present, probably pre-occupied with something else across the ocean.
The orphanage gang minus Ellone and Seifer were sprawled out on the grass of the Balamb plains, enjoying the mid-afternoon sun and just chatting amongst themselves. It had been 3 months since they last were all together, fighting an immense evil dubbed Ultimecia.
Irvine was at the north of the small circle, lazily chewing on a long piece of grass that he had plucked from the earth, his cowboy hat slightly askew on his head. He propped his upper back up with his elbows and his legs stretched out long in front of him. His head was slightly tipped back, looking up at the sky.
Selphie sat to his left, her legs drawn up to her chest and held there with her arms. A slight smirk on her face suggested that she was feeling mischievous, a sure sign that she would be of some naughty fun at the moment. She was also looking into the skies.
A little ways to his right sat Zell, who kept fidgeting and changing positions and trying to see what the others were looking at in the sky. He looked slightly annoyed and the low growls of his stomach informed the others that it might not be long until their picnic lunch was broken into.
On Zell's right was Quistis, who sat with both legs together and slightly tucked under herself, slanting off to the side. She raised a delicate hand to shield her eyes from the sun's rays and was also staring into the cerulean depths of the sky.
Squall and Rinoa sat opposite Irvine and Selphie, their left arms wound around each other with Rinoa leaning into the soft black leather of Squall's coat. They were also looking into the sky.
"What about the one right above us?" Rinoa asked, pointing to one of the large clouds in the sky.
"A flashlight perhaps" Quistis mused. "Although the little bulge toward the one end makes it look a little funny."
A glint of amusement flashed across Selphie's brown eyes and leaned over and began to whisper furiously into Irvine's ear. A slight blush crept up his cheeks and he reached over to hold Selphie.
"I think it looks like a hotdog," Zell moaned.
"You thought that the least three looked like hotdogs!" Irvine interjected.
"Well maybe because I'm out here starving might have something to do with it!" Zell shot back.
Rinoa started to laugh at their little antics and poked Squall in the ribs gently. "Well, what do you think it is?"
"I think it's a cloud," he said rather solemnly.
"Oh, you're no fun!" Rinoa pouted.
"You know I'm joking." Squall leaned over and kissed Rinoa lightly. "I think it looks like…a man with a really big head and skinny body."
Rinoa hit him lightly on the shoulder. "That's not very imaginative!"
"Well, you tell me what you think!" Squall teased playfully.
"Alright." Rinoa squared her shoulders and began to think. "It looks like a…"
All of a sudden, an image appeared before Rinoa's eyes; a glowing red orb held in someone's cracked and ancient palm. Then, a picture of the orphanage flashed by, so fast that it only imprinted itself on her unconscious memory.
"…a crimson orb." Rinoa heard herself saying.
"What…?" Quistis leaned forward, worried about Rinoa.
"You ok Rinny?" Selphie asked, a worried look replacing her previous devilish one.
"Rinoa…?" Squall wrapped her in his arms and brought her closer to himself. "Are you alright?"
"I…I don't know," she replied, a tremor of fear creeping down her spine. Little did she know that this was only the beginning…
A/N: Before I get people asking in reviews, the man in the first part is NOT Satan! Thank you. Reviews always welcome ^_^
Whoohoo! I'm going to personally shout-out to all those who reviewed! Thanks for the encouragement guys, keep it coming! Pink-Flames: If you return then you shall ^_^ Satoshi: ^_^ LividCoffee: You're about to find out ^_^ Lyaka: Ok. Angel Greenleaf: I would like to know where I'm going with this myself :S ChaosWEAPON: Yeah, I'm reading the Wastelands right now. Gotta love Stephen King. Sarsa: Stop crying! Your mascara will run! *offers tissues Phoebe: I didn't want to write about Zell as I was trying to get out of my dark mood by that time (I wrote in two sittings) and didn't feel like depressing meself further. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first ^_^ Divine Sorceress: As I will, unless we get killed from here to Europe. Wayward Tempest: *falls to floor Owwie! Anyway, email me gurl and you'll get a sneak peek! (since I've emailed you like 3 times, grumble grumble) Ethrial: Glad I have your attention ^_^ Guest: Make sure to come back and check up on it!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea for my story.
Dark flames rose around the throne, downing out the screams of those held in chains below him. The man seated there was clothed in a black robe and trousers, fitting attire for one such as himself as they were stained with blood.
The crimson orb from the battle fought far into the future lay in his hand, it's dull and dark depths peering up at him and searching the blackness of his soul.
"Tch, what a trifle thing. How could this hold so much power…? No matter; the memories stored inside will not be able to save this turn of the wheel, as they have not been able to save the last stretching into eternity past and the future that will stretch into eternity present. Although as long as this is alive, time cannot pass beyond the battle. The young sorceress has been clever in that aspect, but still not clever enough to save all that she loves."
The piercing scream of a young woman below caused the man to flinch as it bore it's way into his brain. Had he the choice, he would not be here, be bound to this orb that mingled his own life force to it's depths. But he was not one to ponder why he got where he was, so he dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it had come.
He sighed. Another turn of the wheel, another place to send the orb to, in an attempt to hide it. Although he didn't want Squall, Rinoa and the others to win in this ever-long battle, he was growing weary of re-living this past little while over and over again. He supposed it was the fickle hand that fate had dealt him, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.
"Go now," he commanded the orb, causing it to levitate from his hand and float silently in the air, "Go to Edea's orphanage and bury yourself within that Hyne forsaken wreckage. Maybe they won't be able to find it, and the world will move on as it once did…"
Large, fluffy white storm clouds lolled lazily in the sky, too intent on enjoying the sunlight to move anywhere from their current position. The sky around the clouds was a cerulean blue, the perfect colour on a day like today. It was neither too warm nor too cold; just that perfect temperature in which one wore a light coat over a t-shirt. The wind wasn't present, probably pre-occupied with something else across the ocean.
The orphanage gang minus Ellone and Seifer were sprawled out on the grass of the Balamb plains, enjoying the mid-afternoon sun and just chatting amongst themselves. It had been 3 months since they last were all together, fighting an immense evil dubbed Ultimecia.
Irvine was at the north of the small circle, lazily chewing on a long piece of grass that he had plucked from the earth, his cowboy hat slightly askew on his head. He propped his upper back up with his elbows and his legs stretched out long in front of him. His head was slightly tipped back, looking up at the sky.
Selphie sat to his left, her legs drawn up to her chest and held there with her arms. A slight smirk on her face suggested that she was feeling mischievous, a sure sign that she would be of some naughty fun at the moment. She was also looking into the skies.
A little ways to his right sat Zell, who kept fidgeting and changing positions and trying to see what the others were looking at in the sky. He looked slightly annoyed and the low growls of his stomach informed the others that it might not be long until their picnic lunch was broken into.
On Zell's right was Quistis, who sat with both legs together and slightly tucked under herself, slanting off to the side. She raised a delicate hand to shield her eyes from the sun's rays and was also staring into the cerulean depths of the sky.
Squall and Rinoa sat opposite Irvine and Selphie, their left arms wound around each other with Rinoa leaning into the soft black leather of Squall's coat. They were also looking into the sky.
"What about the one right above us?" Rinoa asked, pointing to one of the large clouds in the sky.
"A flashlight perhaps" Quistis mused. "Although the little bulge toward the one end makes it look a little funny."
A glint of amusement flashed across Selphie's brown eyes and leaned over and began to whisper furiously into Irvine's ear. A slight blush crept up his cheeks and he reached over to hold Selphie.
"I think it looks like a hotdog," Zell moaned.
"You thought that the least three looked like hotdogs!" Irvine interjected.
"Well maybe because I'm out here starving might have something to do with it!" Zell shot back.
Rinoa started to laugh at their little antics and poked Squall in the ribs gently. "Well, what do you think it is?"
"I think it's a cloud," he said rather solemnly.
"Oh, you're no fun!" Rinoa pouted.
"You know I'm joking." Squall leaned over and kissed Rinoa lightly. "I think it looks like…a man with a really big head and skinny body."
Rinoa hit him lightly on the shoulder. "That's not very imaginative!"
"Well, you tell me what you think!" Squall teased playfully.
"Alright." Rinoa squared her shoulders and began to think. "It looks like a…"
All of a sudden, an image appeared before Rinoa's eyes; a glowing red orb held in someone's cracked and ancient palm. Then, a picture of the orphanage flashed by, so fast that it only imprinted itself on her unconscious memory.
"…a crimson orb." Rinoa heard herself saying.
"What…?" Quistis leaned forward, worried about Rinoa.
"You ok Rinny?" Selphie asked, a worried look replacing her previous devilish one.
"Rinoa…?" Squall wrapped her in his arms and brought her closer to himself. "Are you alright?"
"I…I don't know," she replied, a tremor of fear creeping down her spine. Little did she know that this was only the beginning…
A/N: Before I get people asking in reviews, the man in the first part is NOT Satan! Thank you. Reviews always welcome ^_^