Prologue: Falling into Oblivion
Squall fell to his knees, a sigh of relief escaping his dry, cracked lips. "We've...done it..." He said in a voice tinged with fatigue. The Lionheart fell from his hand. It clattered loudly in the barren wasteland that had once been the home of the Sorceress Ultimecia. His deep wounds slashed across his body would become painful scars of memories that would remain etched onto his flesh till the end of time. Or until he became a rotting corpse six feet under. Which ever came first.
He fell forward, his remaining energy not enough to hold him up. He made a small 'oomph' as his already severly injured body crashed to the ground. Squall breathed deeply, enjoying his moment of peace and relaxation. His moment, however was short-lived.
"Squall!" Quistis screamed.
"...What?" Squall managed weakly.
"It's Ulti-" Quistis didn't even have to finish. Squall leapt to his feet, ignoring the searing pain shooting through his body. He hefted the Lionheart and slid into battle position. Duty was duty. He had to fight. Adrenaline rushed through him as the impending battle drew near.
Squall turned to the recently-thought-dead sorceress. Ultimecia had pushed herself into a kneel. "Ultimecia! Get ready to die!" Commander Leonhart yelled.
The witch's amber eyes pierced his very soul. "Before you kill me...There's something you should know..." She climbed to her feet. "Oblivion will swallow the very one you fight for!" She said, a sickening smile on her face.
Oblivion? Squall spun around. Rinoa stood there, a frightened look on her face. Black goo was creeping up her body, soon to engulf her entirely. "Squall...?" She whispered.
"Let her go, Ultimecia!" He screamed.
Ultimecia laughed. "Such a foolish child! I kannot stop it! Oblivion takes orders from no one! Even I kannot kontrol such a beast! Your little sorceress will di-" She was interrupted by cold steel piercing her through her middle. Squall, blinded by rage, twisted the sword, causing more pain to the one who slayed millions.
"Let her go!!" He screamed.
Ultimecia merely shook her head before becoming limp over his blade.
"Squall!" Quistis shrieked.
Squall ran ro Rinoa. He tried to grab her but a violent burst from Oblivion sent him flying. By time he climbed back to his feet, all that was left of Oblivion and Rinoa was a muddy spot on the ground.
(a/n: Rough Draft. Take into mind that this is a R-O-U-G-H D-R-A-F-T. I plan to fix it up later. But I need to hear some CC (constructive critiscism) from you's guys. If you flame me, it'll probably be ignored. I don't have time for flamers. Most likely your review will be deleted so don't waste your time. Anyways, give me whatever ya got!)
(P.S As soon as I get access to a scanner, I'll show you's guys a picture of Oblivion that I drew in all of his forms. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm really getting into this. Whatever you say! Anyways, I'll send you guys the name of the site it will be on later. Don't forget to review.)
Squall fell to his knees, a sigh of relief escaping his dry, cracked lips. "We've...done it..." He said in a voice tinged with fatigue. The Lionheart fell from his hand. It clattered loudly in the barren wasteland that had once been the home of the Sorceress Ultimecia. His deep wounds slashed across his body would become painful scars of memories that would remain etched onto his flesh till the end of time. Or until he became a rotting corpse six feet under. Which ever came first.
He fell forward, his remaining energy not enough to hold him up. He made a small 'oomph' as his already severly injured body crashed to the ground. Squall breathed deeply, enjoying his moment of peace and relaxation. His moment, however was short-lived.
"Squall!" Quistis screamed.
"...What?" Squall managed weakly.
"It's Ulti-" Quistis didn't even have to finish. Squall leapt to his feet, ignoring the searing pain shooting through his body. He hefted the Lionheart and slid into battle position. Duty was duty. He had to fight. Adrenaline rushed through him as the impending battle drew near.
Squall turned to the recently-thought-dead sorceress. Ultimecia had pushed herself into a kneel. "Ultimecia! Get ready to die!" Commander Leonhart yelled.
The witch's amber eyes pierced his very soul. "Before you kill me...There's something you should know..." She climbed to her feet. "Oblivion will swallow the very one you fight for!" She said, a sickening smile on her face.
Oblivion? Squall spun around. Rinoa stood there, a frightened look on her face. Black goo was creeping up her body, soon to engulf her entirely. "Squall...?" She whispered.
"Let her go, Ultimecia!" He screamed.
Ultimecia laughed. "Such a foolish child! I kannot stop it! Oblivion takes orders from no one! Even I kannot kontrol such a beast! Your little sorceress will di-" She was interrupted by cold steel piercing her through her middle. Squall, blinded by rage, twisted the sword, causing more pain to the one who slayed millions.
"Let her go!!" He screamed.
Ultimecia merely shook her head before becoming limp over his blade.
"Squall!" Quistis shrieked.
Squall ran ro Rinoa. He tried to grab her but a violent burst from Oblivion sent him flying. By time he climbed back to his feet, all that was left of Oblivion and Rinoa was a muddy spot on the ground.
(a/n: Rough Draft. Take into mind that this is a R-O-U-G-H D-R-A-F-T. I plan to fix it up later. But I need to hear some CC (constructive critiscism) from you's guys. If you flame me, it'll probably be ignored. I don't have time for flamers. Most likely your review will be deleted so don't waste your time. Anyways, give me whatever ya got!)
(P.S As soon as I get access to a scanner, I'll show you's guys a picture of Oblivion that I drew in all of his forms. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm really getting into this. Whatever you say! Anyways, I'll send you guys the name of the site it will be on later. Don't forget to review.)
