* ssp47's corner * Thanks to Lady wolf Moon for reviewing, and to Del, I'm
glad you like it. I just got the idea at the top of my head and didn't
really plan it out but I'm glad you think it is.. ^_^ And Jayde Summers,
I'll be sure to email when I get chapters up. ^_^
And Striker I agree with ya. Rose is not only the best but she's the
strongest female. I used to hate Shana too until I used her in that fight
against Lenus as a dragoon and Shana was pretty tough against the water
element, she never kneeled at all. Miranda's ok, she's better than Shana
and Meru is just too much like my younger sister! O_O Scary! Thanks for all
the great reviews!
And ya I think I might've forgotten the DISCLAIMER. No duh! Of course a puny mortal like me owns Legend of Dragoon. -_- The other characters you see in this fiction (not including the game characters I might use) belong to me and cannot be used without my written consent. Thoughts are in *'s and flashbacks are in ~'s
CHAPTER 1: "Born By Fate"
Hannah sat rocking herself to sleep in an old rocking chair. It was a bad night to try and get some sleep. The angry thunderstorm outside was far less than comforting. But of course it could've been the Winglies who started the storm. The magical figures frequently used their magical powers to control the weather by making extreme thunderstorms. They were used to create hardships for the humans by destroying their crops and cattle. Once there was a massive hurricane that came from nowhere and destroyed millions of human lives and punished the earth without mercy.
It was a way of showing their power to the humans and a way of keeping them in-line. But in a way it was a strange concept. Why did the Winglies enslave humans and then kill them? But then killing was in their hearts. No, they had no hearts, only black empty spaces in their bodies where hearts used to pump blood to support the soul.
Hannah's eyes fell on her sleeping husband. He was going to kill her and her nine-month baby soon. It was like a dormant volcano. When awakened everything feels its wrath and it was the same with Jack. He was the man she thought she knew from four years ago. But things changed and he changed. He cared nothing for her now. The Winglies must've grabbed his heart and yanked it out of his chest, for he was no longer a human.
The man had no more feelings of tenderness and love but only fires of hate and power, vibes and feelings that could be imprinted on her child if it grew up in this broken home. Hannah had already decided that her baby couldn't grow up with Jack as her father. But that decision made a great weight on her shoulders. Where would her child grow up? Who would care for it and teach it? Hannah also knew that this person could not be her.
The woman bowed her head. She would have to put her trust in the gods. Hannah would be dead a soon as the child was born and her blood would be on Jack's hands. A shiver went down her spine. Was this fear? No, it was the knowledge of what was to come. She held her stomach again. It was cramping a little bit more than it had before.
She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and shivered again. Small drops of sweat were on her forehead and she felt more tired than usual. Suddenly her stomach churned and Hannah fell to the floor and gasped her stomach. * Oh gods no! Please! Not now! * It was that time. The time was right but it couldn't be tonight. Hannah had no place to go and no place to protect her child.
Hannah nervously kept walking around the cabin and then sitting down again over and over for the next couple of hours. But no matter how much she did it, it didn't get any better. She kept drinking water to calm her anxiety but it was no use. The child was to be born tonight. At first it seemed like a curse and then a blessing. With this storm the Winglies wouldn't be searching homes tonight for uncertified born children.
Hannah tightened her shawl and grabbed her blankets. Jack rolled around in bed and then opened his right eye sleepily.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"For a walk." She replied. Her heart seemed to be pumping madly and she felt her stomach churn. Without another sound Jack's eye closed and he snored soundly. Hannah sighed in relief and opened the door and was out in the rain. With her hair under her shawl, she quickly left the town and ventured deep into the forest. Hannah climbed and walked for hours until she could no longer move her legs. She knelt down by a big tree, holding her stomach protectively.
A small light of a fire made Hannah's eyes glance up and in front of her was a small cave. Feeling daring she approached it and went inside. There was an old woman spinning at her spindle. Lovely yarns or red and silks were being made and Hannah's hands ached to hold one of them and she knew the hands of a Wingly made them but she had to risk the chance.
"Please!" She gasped. "Help me bare my child." The Wingly turned and looked up at her without surprise or shock in her old black eyes. She stood up on her feet and walked over without holding a cane. She gently placed a smooth hand on Hannah's stomach with complete silence.
"This child was sent under the flight of the Black Hawk." She stated quietly. Hannah felt the silence and couldn't bear being turned away in this time of need.
"Oh please. I know the burden I carry but there is no regret in my heart for what I have done. No soul given from God can be evil." The Wingly's warmth and kindness glowed in her eyes.
"Then blessed are you to believe this for this child is no demon. It was given the gifts of the Black Hawk. It is true that this child's heart is pure. Come, this child needs to wait no longer." She gently helped Hannah to her bed of silk and woven blankets. Hannah's soaked ones were placed by the fire to dry. Herbs were given to help ease the pain of the great change that the female body had to go through.
There were hours of pain and suffering and all the great pains of giving birth to a child that was late. Without the Wingly's help it could not have been done. Finally the child was given life. It screamed while breathing in its first breaths of life. Hannah held it gently in her arms. Completely exhausted the woman was still able to breathe words to her baby girl.
"Her name shall be Rose." The child was quiet and gifted with the beauty of her mother. Hannah looked up at the wise woman. "Thank you. I know I can never repay for what you have done for me."
"The child will bare much pain in the world to come." The wise Wingly said shaking her head.
"What do you mean, wise one?"
"Humans are beginning to rebel against us Winglies and our way of life. Mark my words, in the near future seven spirits will arise and will bring end to our rule."
"How could you know such things?" Hannah asked in awe. The woman smiled and shook her head.
"I know the spirit of Rose. She will become great." Hannah's face grew sorrowful.
"I cannot raise my child. My husband will kill me and then go after Rose." She looked deeply into the Wingly's eyes. "I know Rose is one of the spirits you said would bring peace to the human race. I cannot call on anyone to protect her."
"If the Gods gave her to you then she will be watched by my eyes." The wise woman replied. "But now you must rest yourself and your child."
Those were words of truth that brought incredible comfort to Hannah. She struggled to keep her eyes open on her child but the calling of the silk blankets was too strong and the woman fell asleep with the child in her arms.
* ssp47's corner * If you like this story I suggest reading Legend of Fire. It has more and longer chapters and I update it frequently. And I would love opinions on it since I keep getting reviews from the same person. I'd really appreciate if you would all give your opinions on that story. Well I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, I know I did. ^_^
And ya I think I might've forgotten the DISCLAIMER. No duh! Of course a puny mortal like me owns Legend of Dragoon. -_- The other characters you see in this fiction (not including the game characters I might use) belong to me and cannot be used without my written consent. Thoughts are in *'s and flashbacks are in ~'s
CHAPTER 1: "Born By Fate"
Hannah sat rocking herself to sleep in an old rocking chair. It was a bad night to try and get some sleep. The angry thunderstorm outside was far less than comforting. But of course it could've been the Winglies who started the storm. The magical figures frequently used their magical powers to control the weather by making extreme thunderstorms. They were used to create hardships for the humans by destroying their crops and cattle. Once there was a massive hurricane that came from nowhere and destroyed millions of human lives and punished the earth without mercy.
It was a way of showing their power to the humans and a way of keeping them in-line. But in a way it was a strange concept. Why did the Winglies enslave humans and then kill them? But then killing was in their hearts. No, they had no hearts, only black empty spaces in their bodies where hearts used to pump blood to support the soul.
Hannah's eyes fell on her sleeping husband. He was going to kill her and her nine-month baby soon. It was like a dormant volcano. When awakened everything feels its wrath and it was the same with Jack. He was the man she thought she knew from four years ago. But things changed and he changed. He cared nothing for her now. The Winglies must've grabbed his heart and yanked it out of his chest, for he was no longer a human.
The man had no more feelings of tenderness and love but only fires of hate and power, vibes and feelings that could be imprinted on her child if it grew up in this broken home. Hannah had already decided that her baby couldn't grow up with Jack as her father. But that decision made a great weight on her shoulders. Where would her child grow up? Who would care for it and teach it? Hannah also knew that this person could not be her.
The woman bowed her head. She would have to put her trust in the gods. Hannah would be dead a soon as the child was born and her blood would be on Jack's hands. A shiver went down her spine. Was this fear? No, it was the knowledge of what was to come. She held her stomach again. It was cramping a little bit more than it had before.
She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and shivered again. Small drops of sweat were on her forehead and she felt more tired than usual. Suddenly her stomach churned and Hannah fell to the floor and gasped her stomach. * Oh gods no! Please! Not now! * It was that time. The time was right but it couldn't be tonight. Hannah had no place to go and no place to protect her child.
Hannah nervously kept walking around the cabin and then sitting down again over and over for the next couple of hours. But no matter how much she did it, it didn't get any better. She kept drinking water to calm her anxiety but it was no use. The child was to be born tonight. At first it seemed like a curse and then a blessing. With this storm the Winglies wouldn't be searching homes tonight for uncertified born children.
Hannah tightened her shawl and grabbed her blankets. Jack rolled around in bed and then opened his right eye sleepily.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"For a walk." She replied. Her heart seemed to be pumping madly and she felt her stomach churn. Without another sound Jack's eye closed and he snored soundly. Hannah sighed in relief and opened the door and was out in the rain. With her hair under her shawl, she quickly left the town and ventured deep into the forest. Hannah climbed and walked for hours until she could no longer move her legs. She knelt down by a big tree, holding her stomach protectively.
A small light of a fire made Hannah's eyes glance up and in front of her was a small cave. Feeling daring she approached it and went inside. There was an old woman spinning at her spindle. Lovely yarns or red and silks were being made and Hannah's hands ached to hold one of them and she knew the hands of a Wingly made them but she had to risk the chance.
"Please!" She gasped. "Help me bare my child." The Wingly turned and looked up at her without surprise or shock in her old black eyes. She stood up on her feet and walked over without holding a cane. She gently placed a smooth hand on Hannah's stomach with complete silence.
"This child was sent under the flight of the Black Hawk." She stated quietly. Hannah felt the silence and couldn't bear being turned away in this time of need.
"Oh please. I know the burden I carry but there is no regret in my heart for what I have done. No soul given from God can be evil." The Wingly's warmth and kindness glowed in her eyes.
"Then blessed are you to believe this for this child is no demon. It was given the gifts of the Black Hawk. It is true that this child's heart is pure. Come, this child needs to wait no longer." She gently helped Hannah to her bed of silk and woven blankets. Hannah's soaked ones were placed by the fire to dry. Herbs were given to help ease the pain of the great change that the female body had to go through.
There were hours of pain and suffering and all the great pains of giving birth to a child that was late. Without the Wingly's help it could not have been done. Finally the child was given life. It screamed while breathing in its first breaths of life. Hannah held it gently in her arms. Completely exhausted the woman was still able to breathe words to her baby girl.
"Her name shall be Rose." The child was quiet and gifted with the beauty of her mother. Hannah looked up at the wise woman. "Thank you. I know I can never repay for what you have done for me."
"The child will bare much pain in the world to come." The wise Wingly said shaking her head.
"What do you mean, wise one?"
"Humans are beginning to rebel against us Winglies and our way of life. Mark my words, in the near future seven spirits will arise and will bring end to our rule."
"How could you know such things?" Hannah asked in awe. The woman smiled and shook her head.
"I know the spirit of Rose. She will become great." Hannah's face grew sorrowful.
"I cannot raise my child. My husband will kill me and then go after Rose." She looked deeply into the Wingly's eyes. "I know Rose is one of the spirits you said would bring peace to the human race. I cannot call on anyone to protect her."
"If the Gods gave her to you then she will be watched by my eyes." The wise woman replied. "But now you must rest yourself and your child."
Those were words of truth that brought incredible comfort to Hannah. She struggled to keep her eyes open on her child but the calling of the silk blankets was too strong and the woman fell asleep with the child in her arms.
* ssp47's corner * If you like this story I suggest reading Legend of Fire. It has more and longer chapters and I update it frequently. And I would love opinions on it since I keep getting reviews from the same person. I'd really appreciate if you would all give your opinions on that story. Well I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, I know I did. ^_^