A/n Ok, take it easy on the flames, ok? This is my first, well my first real ffx fan fiction. Well, enjoy ^^
Disclaimer, the fic is mine, but not the story or any of the ffx characters,.. bla da blah blah, you get it, right? After all, this is called the "disclaimer", derr.
The slow dull pitter patter of her footsteps echoed through the passage ways. Almost blinded by the darkness, she stumbled and swayed. But her passion drove her onward. Trying as hard as she could to make out the figures in the darkness. Leaning agents the wall and using her hands as guides she kept going, Pushing on the cold stone wall steadily, she made her way down the dark hall.
The thoughts still stuck in her mind, He had to be - - - No, he was alive. She knew it in her heart. Or at least she wanted to know it was true. Nothing, even as hard as she tried, could make her believe it for sure. But he had to be, right? All the signs, all the shears led to this place.
She gritted her teeth and pulled he left leg behind her. The dagger in her back knee was to rusted and deep to pull out. So she edged along dragging her limp leg behind her.
At the end of the passage way there was a door. The young Summoner lifted her elegant fingers toward it. Tracing the tips of her fingers along the smooth sanded grains of wood. She searched down with her hands until she felt a cold metal.
She wrapped her smooth knuckles around the copper handle and twisted it ever slightly. The creaking of the old door echoed throughout the chamber. Her blue and green eyes peered through the crevices and squinted to see past the shadows. Only but a drop of the light from the dim halls had poured into the seemingly empty room.
As the door slowly opened, the girl could have sworn she heard another noise. Maybe the rasping of a heavy breath. Or the crackling of a deep sigh. But she knew, it was something. A cold shiver ran up her spine and she noticed that her teeth were chattering. Another of the 'sighs' were heard. But it seemed more then that. More like, a moan in pain, or just a moan from mental anguish.
She opened her frozen lips slightly and spoke the word that she dare not. The single word, the name she wished she could, but never will forget. The word sliced through the silence like butter, "Tidas?.."
The woman could hear a rattling coming from a near bye corner of the new room. The lady limped and tried to walk to the sound. Again she heard the moan and another rattle of chains. She could sense something in the room, a great something, like pain. Suffering. And so again she spoke the forbidden name, "Tidas?..."
Disclaimer, the fic is mine, but not the story or any of the ffx characters,.. bla da blah blah, you get it, right? After all, this is called the "disclaimer", derr.
The slow dull pitter patter of her footsteps echoed through the passage ways. Almost blinded by the darkness, she stumbled and swayed. But her passion drove her onward. Trying as hard as she could to make out the figures in the darkness. Leaning agents the wall and using her hands as guides she kept going, Pushing on the cold stone wall steadily, she made her way down the dark hall.
The thoughts still stuck in her mind, He had to be - - - No, he was alive. She knew it in her heart. Or at least she wanted to know it was true. Nothing, even as hard as she tried, could make her believe it for sure. But he had to be, right? All the signs, all the shears led to this place.
She gritted her teeth and pulled he left leg behind her. The dagger in her back knee was to rusted and deep to pull out. So she edged along dragging her limp leg behind her.
At the end of the passage way there was a door. The young Summoner lifted her elegant fingers toward it. Tracing the tips of her fingers along the smooth sanded grains of wood. She searched down with her hands until she felt a cold metal.
She wrapped her smooth knuckles around the copper handle and twisted it ever slightly. The creaking of the old door echoed throughout the chamber. Her blue and green eyes peered through the crevices and squinted to see past the shadows. Only but a drop of the light from the dim halls had poured into the seemingly empty room.
As the door slowly opened, the girl could have sworn she heard another noise. Maybe the rasping of a heavy breath. Or the crackling of a deep sigh. But she knew, it was something. A cold shiver ran up her spine and she noticed that her teeth were chattering. Another of the 'sighs' were heard. But it seemed more then that. More like, a moan in pain, or just a moan from mental anguish.
She opened her frozen lips slightly and spoke the word that she dare not. The single word, the name she wished she could, but never will forget. The word sliced through the silence like butter, "Tidas?.."
The woman could hear a rattling coming from a near bye corner of the new room. The lady limped and tried to walk to the sound. Again she heard the moan and another rattle of chains. She could sense something in the room, a great something, like pain. Suffering. And so again she spoke the forbidden name, "Tidas?..."