Disclaimer: Duh... If I owned any of the FFVIII characters, and such, I
would be working on a friggin' sequel, not a fan fiction.
Note: I think I will create a story of just the book of prophesies. Ugh, writing in old English... sob
Chapter 58: Trap
Squall was not one to give up easily, however. Though by air, or land he could not get Ocea, maybe by magic. Few knew of the shell, and even less knew he had it with him. He regained use of the Adonis, and flew to a nearby break in the forest where no one was.
He got off of the ship, and looked at the two shell pieces. Held against the moonlight, letters in Latin shone. Having taken the class as an elective, he read, and followed the instructions. The two pieces held together, blue electricity sparked around the shell. He dropped it, and held his hand in pain. The shell fused temporarily, and a portal opened up from it. Squall looked inside, and entered.
A beach spread out before him, encircling a lush island. Silver stars hung in a dark blue sky, and bare footprints lay in the sand. He followed them , and walked along the endless shore. Night turned to day, but could be barely noticed in this place. He called her name, and found no answer.
Hours passed, and he came across a sign pointing along another path. He followed it, and a temple stood before him. Two unnoticed moons were fixed above it, creating a triangle with the top of the temple. He walked to the door, and it opened as his hand reached for it. He entered, and a woman came to greet him, and her white clothing shone against the dark halls.
Woman: I am the keeper of this home. Pray, why have thee come unto these halls?
Squall: I'm looking for Oceania.
Woman: She is not here. Her guardianship has been long abondoned.
Squall: She's my guardian, but she has left.
Woman: What's your name?
Squall: Squall Leonhart.
Woman: Let me put you to a test. It may prove fatal, however.
Squall: I accept.
She clapped her hands once, and a hidden door rose in the wall.
Woman: Enter.
Squall: What is your name?
Woman: Oh, yes, how rude of me. I am Nimtir, the White Watcher. I protect thes halls, and my Lady from unholy intruders. Please, enter the room. You shall meet my sister Mortir, the Black Watcher. She shall test your purity, and identity.
Squall (enters)(thinks): Identity?
The room was pitch black, and he stood near the door. There was no use in blindly searching a room. Perhaps Mortir was a hole in the ground, or a black wall. But that wouldn't test an identity. Just as he was about to leave, a hollow voice called unto him, chilling to the bone.
Mortir: Squall Leonhart, son of Laguna Loire, incarnation of Deluge, lover of the Lady Tinsir, what do you long for?
Squall: I want to find Oceania.
Mortir (hisses): You have lost her have you not? Why search for the unwilling to be found? Does she mean that much to you? Aye, in time the other guardians shall make you forget her name.
Squall: No, I won't forget her. I want her back, she left to protect me. It's time I protect her.
Mortir: Ha, the mortal protecting the one untouched by sting of death in over a millenium? How amusing.
Squall: I still want her. Where is she? I need to speak with her.
Mortir: There is another reason for your soujurn, is there not?
Squall: Yes.
Mortir: I know... Your ears are pointing you in the correct direction of where I stand. Come, and we shall summon her.
Squall walked towards her voice, and stopped when her hot breath hit his face. She lit up the room, and he saw her, a large black cat. He looked back where he had walked to see an abyss in the ground, he had walked across air. Or so he thought for a moment, in reality she had raised a series of rocks to walk across.
She rose one black paw, and light came from the hole. Squall shielded his eyes with his arm, and saw a GF in the light.
Mortir: Odin, please find my misteress. Her company is needed.
Odin nodded, and vanished into the light. Moments later Ocea was in it, her consciousness summoned. Mortir bowed, and when Squall did not, she hit the back of his knees. He fell to the ground, in silence, and watched the figure regain her shattered composure.
Ocea: Who hath summoned me in the hour of my solitude?
Mortir: Squall Leonhart, my lady. Your interest of affections.
Ocea: I have nothing to say. I shall leave. (turns) Odin, let me pass.
Odin (becomes visible): No. You shall resolve this matter. You shall have my blade in the war to come, at least let himlend his. What is a life without honor, and love? You of all should know that.
Ocea: What is my conquest when my cause dies?
Odin: Nay, he shall be protected. Gilgamesh lends you his swords as well. The Guardians are with you. There is much to be fought for. But aye, there are many still asleep. Wake them, and we shall forge an army to retaliate against our oppresors. You know of which I speak.
Ocea: But mortals in this war? It is absurd.
Odin: Did not you cry out for thier cause years ago? Have you forgotten your loyalty?
Ocea: My loyalty lies with me, and where I see the bast path. Mortals, even one, should not be in this war. Of what use are they? But only pawns against us?
Odin: One little ant cannot do much, but a whole army can kill animals much bigger, and powerful than they.
Ocea: Aye, but we have but few mortal allies.
Odin: What is man without his GF? Weak. Pathetic. Spineless. He will fight alongside his Guardian as his Guardian has fought alongside him.
Ocea: "And the tables of woe shall turn at the cat's call, and..."
Odin: "... And time shall be given to the Dragon of Fate. She shall change her own destiny, and fight for the righteous cause. And low, the heavens shall open up, and she shall conquer Death himself, and Hyne shall know fear."
Ocea: "And she shall have a mortal at her side, a man of much life. And her shall know her well."
Odin: You know the prophesies. Fulfill them. You must take your place amongst the stars.
Ocea: The stars are not my place. Niether are any of the heavens. The Abyss of Woe knows me well. I drink from its spring daily. Remind me not.
Odin: Accept Squall's sword as your ally. Have not I led you down the path of truth? When have a I failed ye? Prohesies are waiting for fulfillment. Your hour is nigh. Go and be well. Find us in the hidden places. You shall know, my apprentice. (fades)
Ocea: Aye, I shall know. "And the sword of the dragon shall hold the fires of Hell at bay, and the Dragon shall commence the uprising of her people."
Squall: Ocea...
Ocea: I will go. Have I any other choice? Fate hsa chosen its path, let us not fail.
Ocea stepped out from the light, her body materializing as she left. Squall went to her, and held her in his arms. Mortir continued to bow, and rose when Ocea helped her up. They all left, and Nimtir met them at the door. She courtsied, and they all went unto another chamber, the chamber of light.
Ocea walked into an adjoined room, alone. Squall began to follow, but was stopped by the two woman, both in feline form. Screames schoed from the room, power being melded to its master. Magic long been dormant awakened. Ocea returned hours later, a glow emitted from her flesh.
They followed her to the next room, the armory. Weapons of silverish metal hung on the walls. In the center of the wall across the door was a black box. She opened it, and handed the contents to Squall. He slashed the air with the gunblade, a large lion stretching across the entire length of the blade. It's black handle was accented with silver paint, and a black bullet barrel seemed to hide against it.
The cats became human, and started to carefully pask them into white crates with blue satin cloth for protection. Ocea grabbed a set of various weapons for herself, her old set discarded. But she still held onto the blade Hades gave her. In the next room was a wardrobe of cherry wood. She opened it, and removed clothing, and armor. Shge handed Squall a set, and told him to wear it.
Ocea: These were crafted in the War of the Heavenlies. Magic affectes are reduced, and your attacks are magnified. Your gunblade is a hybrid of a sword of the era, and a modern gunblade. Due to my curse, this weapon cannot kill me. It was created at my request. Keep it at your side at all times.
Other duties were dealt with, and they exited the temple. The cats stood at the doorways, and asked Ocea should they accompany her. She told them no, that they are the guadians of her sanctuary. She shall summon them herself when thier aid in needed.
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Squall lay on the ground, wondering if he had dreamt the visit to Ocea's temple. But soon warm arms wrapped around his neck, and soft lips kissed his ear. He turned, and saw Ocea, and held her again. They boarded the Adonis, and towed the Venus to Centra. Edea was needed.
Note: I think I will create a story of just the book of prophesies. Ugh, writing in old English... sob
Chapter 58: Trap
Squall was not one to give up easily, however. Though by air, or land he could not get Ocea, maybe by magic. Few knew of the shell, and even less knew he had it with him. He regained use of the Adonis, and flew to a nearby break in the forest where no one was.
He got off of the ship, and looked at the two shell pieces. Held against the moonlight, letters in Latin shone. Having taken the class as an elective, he read, and followed the instructions. The two pieces held together, blue electricity sparked around the shell. He dropped it, and held his hand in pain. The shell fused temporarily, and a portal opened up from it. Squall looked inside, and entered.
A beach spread out before him, encircling a lush island. Silver stars hung in a dark blue sky, and bare footprints lay in the sand. He followed them , and walked along the endless shore. Night turned to day, but could be barely noticed in this place. He called her name, and found no answer.
Hours passed, and he came across a sign pointing along another path. He followed it, and a temple stood before him. Two unnoticed moons were fixed above it, creating a triangle with the top of the temple. He walked to the door, and it opened as his hand reached for it. He entered, and a woman came to greet him, and her white clothing shone against the dark halls.
Woman: I am the keeper of this home. Pray, why have thee come unto these halls?
Squall: I'm looking for Oceania.
Woman: She is not here. Her guardianship has been long abondoned.
Squall: She's my guardian, but she has left.
Woman: What's your name?
Squall: Squall Leonhart.
Woman: Let me put you to a test. It may prove fatal, however.
Squall: I accept.
She clapped her hands once, and a hidden door rose in the wall.
Woman: Enter.
Squall: What is your name?
Woman: Oh, yes, how rude of me. I am Nimtir, the White Watcher. I protect thes halls, and my Lady from unholy intruders. Please, enter the room. You shall meet my sister Mortir, the Black Watcher. She shall test your purity, and identity.
Squall (enters)(thinks): Identity?
The room was pitch black, and he stood near the door. There was no use in blindly searching a room. Perhaps Mortir was a hole in the ground, or a black wall. But that wouldn't test an identity. Just as he was about to leave, a hollow voice called unto him, chilling to the bone.
Mortir: Squall Leonhart, son of Laguna Loire, incarnation of Deluge, lover of the Lady Tinsir, what do you long for?
Squall: I want to find Oceania.
Mortir (hisses): You have lost her have you not? Why search for the unwilling to be found? Does she mean that much to you? Aye, in time the other guardians shall make you forget her name.
Squall: No, I won't forget her. I want her back, she left to protect me. It's time I protect her.
Mortir: Ha, the mortal protecting the one untouched by sting of death in over a millenium? How amusing.
Squall: I still want her. Where is she? I need to speak with her.
Mortir: There is another reason for your soujurn, is there not?
Squall: Yes.
Mortir: I know... Your ears are pointing you in the correct direction of where I stand. Come, and we shall summon her.
Squall walked towards her voice, and stopped when her hot breath hit his face. She lit up the room, and he saw her, a large black cat. He looked back where he had walked to see an abyss in the ground, he had walked across air. Or so he thought for a moment, in reality she had raised a series of rocks to walk across.
She rose one black paw, and light came from the hole. Squall shielded his eyes with his arm, and saw a GF in the light.
Mortir: Odin, please find my misteress. Her company is needed.
Odin nodded, and vanished into the light. Moments later Ocea was in it, her consciousness summoned. Mortir bowed, and when Squall did not, she hit the back of his knees. He fell to the ground, in silence, and watched the figure regain her shattered composure.
Ocea: Who hath summoned me in the hour of my solitude?
Mortir: Squall Leonhart, my lady. Your interest of affections.
Ocea: I have nothing to say. I shall leave. (turns) Odin, let me pass.
Odin (becomes visible): No. You shall resolve this matter. You shall have my blade in the war to come, at least let himlend his. What is a life without honor, and love? You of all should know that.
Ocea: What is my conquest when my cause dies?
Odin: Nay, he shall be protected. Gilgamesh lends you his swords as well. The Guardians are with you. There is much to be fought for. But aye, there are many still asleep. Wake them, and we shall forge an army to retaliate against our oppresors. You know of which I speak.
Ocea: But mortals in this war? It is absurd.
Odin: Did not you cry out for thier cause years ago? Have you forgotten your loyalty?
Ocea: My loyalty lies with me, and where I see the bast path. Mortals, even one, should not be in this war. Of what use are they? But only pawns against us?
Odin: One little ant cannot do much, but a whole army can kill animals much bigger, and powerful than they.
Ocea: Aye, but we have but few mortal allies.
Odin: What is man without his GF? Weak. Pathetic. Spineless. He will fight alongside his Guardian as his Guardian has fought alongside him.
Ocea: "And the tables of woe shall turn at the cat's call, and..."
Odin: "... And time shall be given to the Dragon of Fate. She shall change her own destiny, and fight for the righteous cause. And low, the heavens shall open up, and she shall conquer Death himself, and Hyne shall know fear."
Ocea: "And she shall have a mortal at her side, a man of much life. And her shall know her well."
Odin: You know the prophesies. Fulfill them. You must take your place amongst the stars.
Ocea: The stars are not my place. Niether are any of the heavens. The Abyss of Woe knows me well. I drink from its spring daily. Remind me not.
Odin: Accept Squall's sword as your ally. Have not I led you down the path of truth? When have a I failed ye? Prohesies are waiting for fulfillment. Your hour is nigh. Go and be well. Find us in the hidden places. You shall know, my apprentice. (fades)
Ocea: Aye, I shall know. "And the sword of the dragon shall hold the fires of Hell at bay, and the Dragon shall commence the uprising of her people."
Squall: Ocea...
Ocea: I will go. Have I any other choice? Fate hsa chosen its path, let us not fail.
Ocea stepped out from the light, her body materializing as she left. Squall went to her, and held her in his arms. Mortir continued to bow, and rose when Ocea helped her up. They all left, and Nimtir met them at the door. She courtsied, and they all went unto another chamber, the chamber of light.
Ocea walked into an adjoined room, alone. Squall began to follow, but was stopped by the two woman, both in feline form. Screames schoed from the room, power being melded to its master. Magic long been dormant awakened. Ocea returned hours later, a glow emitted from her flesh.
They followed her to the next room, the armory. Weapons of silverish metal hung on the walls. In the center of the wall across the door was a black box. She opened it, and handed the contents to Squall. He slashed the air with the gunblade, a large lion stretching across the entire length of the blade. It's black handle was accented with silver paint, and a black bullet barrel seemed to hide against it.
The cats became human, and started to carefully pask them into white crates with blue satin cloth for protection. Ocea grabbed a set of various weapons for herself, her old set discarded. But she still held onto the blade Hades gave her. In the next room was a wardrobe of cherry wood. She opened it, and removed clothing, and armor. Shge handed Squall a set, and told him to wear it.
Ocea: These were crafted in the War of the Heavenlies. Magic affectes are reduced, and your attacks are magnified. Your gunblade is a hybrid of a sword of the era, and a modern gunblade. Due to my curse, this weapon cannot kill me. It was created at my request. Keep it at your side at all times.
Other duties were dealt with, and they exited the temple. The cats stood at the doorways, and asked Ocea should they accompany her. She told them no, that they are the guadians of her sanctuary. She shall summon them herself when thier aid in needed.
_+_+_+_+
Squall lay on the ground, wondering if he had dreamt the visit to Ocea's temple. But soon warm arms wrapped around his neck, and soft lips kissed his ear. He turned, and saw Ocea, and held her again. They boarded the Adonis, and towed the Venus to Centra. Edea was needed.
