A/N: I would just like to start off by saying thinks for the review! I know my grammar and spelling last chapter wasn't too great, mainly because I rushed into posting the chapter, thinking I'd be able to edit out the mistakes after I posted it. Not the cause, so I apologize for the spelling and such. This chapter ended up being less eventful, but more important then I expected, so bear with me for a while. So without any further adieu, Chapter Two
Suddenly light began to return. Although this unworldly transition seemed to last for hours, light slowly appeared in the far corners of what ever foreign land Quistis had landed in.
As she looked out into the far reaches of the new universe, whispering shadows seemed to dance and mock her, as if she landed in a world where all were against her. Of course, she did not know where she was or why she was there. In fact, not even the slightest memory of the events that led to this moment would appear in her mind.
As if in some possessed trance, Quistis looked around, light eyes searching the distance. Slowly she looked to the ground. With fright she noticed she stood upon a large pool of water, gleaming dully in the half-light. In it, only slight shadows could be seen, wailing and moaning, as if some untamed ghoul had taken away their insecure souls.
With a frightened pace, Quistis began her long trek to the other side of the pool. With every deeming step she took, a slight reverberation of sound could be heard. Slowly she treaded on, weary and frightened.
Suddenly a slight thought whispered in her mind. "You're stuck, Trepe," it said. "Good going, you really messed up this time." Slight tears rolled down her face.
The tears slowly ran down her cheeks, hitting the pools surface. The tears caused not even a slight interference in the pool's surface.
As if in response of her frightened tears, an echoing whimper began to slowly make its mark in the seemingly forgotten land. Quistis looked all around, trying to find where this new soft crying may be coming from. The crying, which was becoming much more sporadic now, seemed to be coming from the voice of a small child.
And precisely as Quistis thought, she looked slowly to the west to see a small child with her face in her hands, singing a slow comfort rhyme as tears hastily fell all around her.
With sheer terror Quistis recognized this child. It was herself, some 10 years before, when she had been only a child. Quistis dared not get closer to her younger self, and stayed a safe distance of about 20 feet.
The Young Quistis slowly looked up, still chanting a slow song. "Estuans interius, ira vehementi, sors immanis, et inanis, veni, veni, venias, ne me mori facias." The slow chant echoed into the darkness. As the child's eyes met Quistis's, her crying and chanting seemed to die down slowly, until it was no more.
The child got up slowly, as Quistis looked at her amazedly. Once the forlorn child was completely standing upright, she hesitantly opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something. Just as suddenly as she had opened it, she once again closed it, as tears began falling down her pale cheeks again. The Young Quistis once more began to move, but this time her arm came up slowly, while reddish tears flowed gently out of her gazing eyes. The child now stood completely erect, pointing into the distance straight in front of her, to the east.
Quistis, without hesitation, looked back to where the child seemed to be pointing. The child nodded once, as if reassuring Quistis. With the nod, Quistis turned her body completely around, staring now into the other side of the large pool, where still no life seemed to come. Quistis looked back slowly, as if to reassure herself that the young her still stood behind. With horror, she realized that the child indeed was not there, but instead a small tombstone lied, with a red fluid like substance rushing out of it, hitting the water surface with the only slightest of ripples.
Quistis hastily began to run towards the tombstone, in order to read the words of which it told. However, this was not what happened. Quistis found herself running in the complete opposite direction of her original course. She looked back to see the small gray stone shining dully in the darkened light, and with a flash, it was gone.
She turned her head back around to gaze back in the direction that the child had pointed her to. With a sudden flare, a devastating thought entered Quistis's head. What if the direction she now looked was indeed the direction of which the child had once stood, and that behind her was actually where she wanted to go. With a sigh of frustration she began to slowly weep once more. This time, however, she slowly urged herself towards the ground so she could sit and try to rationalize through what was happening.
A dense fog began to engulf her, as a dark shadow began to dance right in front of her. A dark mountain rose solemnly in front of her, engulfing all the rest of the light that had been spared from the fog. Quistis was not able to tell exactly how far the mountain was from her, but it was easy to see it looming palely in front of her, for it was the only thing for miles.
Without warning, Quistis saw a dark figure fall from the mountain, free falling indefinitely towards the unconscious pool. No sound was emitted from the unknown figure, as slowly it prepared itself to be engulfed by the dark waters, and in fact, as it hit the water, it was engulfed, and with it, the mountain too crumbled and fell slowly towards the pool.
Slight ripples began to emerge all over the pool, even under Quistis's feet where nothing had moved in quite a while.
Without any instance of realization, Quistis began to walk tirelessly towards the site of the devastation, as if some unworldly force was pulling her towards it.
Once she reached the site, nothing was able to be seen. She looked slowly down into the dark waters, looking for some sign of what had just happened. Nothing could be seen.
Suddenly however, Quistis's reflection came dully off of the placid waters. Both faces looked at each other in disappointment. It seemed to Quistis that the face in the water was mocking her. It pained her to see her face in the dark waters, for it reflected her in an evil and weathered manner. Tears began to run down her cheeks once more. As they hit the water's surface, the face began to move and blink on its own.
"Yes, cry Trepe, it will soon be the end anyway," it said to her with a tone of spite, "You'll never amount to anything. Nothing. Just let the waters take you now. It's better than going on with this torture of a life you have created for us. Come Quistis my dear, come."
With that water began to bubble and churn under Quistis's feet. She looked down incredulously. Under her, dark hands grasped at her ankles, pulling her slowly down towards the victorious pool.
"Finally," the water's face said as Quistis was pulled down under the merciless water, "you are mine."
Quistis put up no resistance. She knew she could do nothing, the waters would claim her someway or another. It was over, it was the end. She slowly closed her eyes and hoped for the best. Dark laughter echoed in the distance. The water now lied as far up as her shoulders. Without realization she once more opened her eyes. In front of her the young her stood, still crying softly. The chant rolled softly off of her tongue. Slowly the child held out her hand to grasp Quistis, but before she could reach up and grab it, Quistis knew it was too late. With one final breath, Quistis was pulled into the laughing pool, her mirrored face staring at her darkly.
A/N: Okay, this chapter went in a far different direction then I expected, a lot more was supposed to happen. I didn't expect this sequence to last so long, and since any other event would kind of shatter the importance of this one, I'll just keep the chapter as only this. Hope you are enjoying! Review if you want.
Suddenly light began to return. Although this unworldly transition seemed to last for hours, light slowly appeared in the far corners of what ever foreign land Quistis had landed in.
As she looked out into the far reaches of the new universe, whispering shadows seemed to dance and mock her, as if she landed in a world where all were against her. Of course, she did not know where she was or why she was there. In fact, not even the slightest memory of the events that led to this moment would appear in her mind.
As if in some possessed trance, Quistis looked around, light eyes searching the distance. Slowly she looked to the ground. With fright she noticed she stood upon a large pool of water, gleaming dully in the half-light. In it, only slight shadows could be seen, wailing and moaning, as if some untamed ghoul had taken away their insecure souls.
With a frightened pace, Quistis began her long trek to the other side of the pool. With every deeming step she took, a slight reverberation of sound could be heard. Slowly she treaded on, weary and frightened.
Suddenly a slight thought whispered in her mind. "You're stuck, Trepe," it said. "Good going, you really messed up this time." Slight tears rolled down her face.
The tears slowly ran down her cheeks, hitting the pools surface. The tears caused not even a slight interference in the pool's surface.
As if in response of her frightened tears, an echoing whimper began to slowly make its mark in the seemingly forgotten land. Quistis looked all around, trying to find where this new soft crying may be coming from. The crying, which was becoming much more sporadic now, seemed to be coming from the voice of a small child.
And precisely as Quistis thought, she looked slowly to the west to see a small child with her face in her hands, singing a slow comfort rhyme as tears hastily fell all around her.
With sheer terror Quistis recognized this child. It was herself, some 10 years before, when she had been only a child. Quistis dared not get closer to her younger self, and stayed a safe distance of about 20 feet.
The Young Quistis slowly looked up, still chanting a slow song. "Estuans interius, ira vehementi, sors immanis, et inanis, veni, veni, venias, ne me mori facias." The slow chant echoed into the darkness. As the child's eyes met Quistis's, her crying and chanting seemed to die down slowly, until it was no more.
The child got up slowly, as Quistis looked at her amazedly. Once the forlorn child was completely standing upright, she hesitantly opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something. Just as suddenly as she had opened it, she once again closed it, as tears began falling down her pale cheeks again. The Young Quistis once more began to move, but this time her arm came up slowly, while reddish tears flowed gently out of her gazing eyes. The child now stood completely erect, pointing into the distance straight in front of her, to the east.
Quistis, without hesitation, looked back to where the child seemed to be pointing. The child nodded once, as if reassuring Quistis. With the nod, Quistis turned her body completely around, staring now into the other side of the large pool, where still no life seemed to come. Quistis looked back slowly, as if to reassure herself that the young her still stood behind. With horror, she realized that the child indeed was not there, but instead a small tombstone lied, with a red fluid like substance rushing out of it, hitting the water surface with the only slightest of ripples.
Quistis hastily began to run towards the tombstone, in order to read the words of which it told. However, this was not what happened. Quistis found herself running in the complete opposite direction of her original course. She looked back to see the small gray stone shining dully in the darkened light, and with a flash, it was gone.
She turned her head back around to gaze back in the direction that the child had pointed her to. With a sudden flare, a devastating thought entered Quistis's head. What if the direction she now looked was indeed the direction of which the child had once stood, and that behind her was actually where she wanted to go. With a sigh of frustration she began to slowly weep once more. This time, however, she slowly urged herself towards the ground so she could sit and try to rationalize through what was happening.
A dense fog began to engulf her, as a dark shadow began to dance right in front of her. A dark mountain rose solemnly in front of her, engulfing all the rest of the light that had been spared from the fog. Quistis was not able to tell exactly how far the mountain was from her, but it was easy to see it looming palely in front of her, for it was the only thing for miles.
Without warning, Quistis saw a dark figure fall from the mountain, free falling indefinitely towards the unconscious pool. No sound was emitted from the unknown figure, as slowly it prepared itself to be engulfed by the dark waters, and in fact, as it hit the water, it was engulfed, and with it, the mountain too crumbled and fell slowly towards the pool.
Slight ripples began to emerge all over the pool, even under Quistis's feet where nothing had moved in quite a while.
Without any instance of realization, Quistis began to walk tirelessly towards the site of the devastation, as if some unworldly force was pulling her towards it.
Once she reached the site, nothing was able to be seen. She looked slowly down into the dark waters, looking for some sign of what had just happened. Nothing could be seen.
Suddenly however, Quistis's reflection came dully off of the placid waters. Both faces looked at each other in disappointment. It seemed to Quistis that the face in the water was mocking her. It pained her to see her face in the dark waters, for it reflected her in an evil and weathered manner. Tears began to run down her cheeks once more. As they hit the water's surface, the face began to move and blink on its own.
"Yes, cry Trepe, it will soon be the end anyway," it said to her with a tone of spite, "You'll never amount to anything. Nothing. Just let the waters take you now. It's better than going on with this torture of a life you have created for us. Come Quistis my dear, come."
With that water began to bubble and churn under Quistis's feet. She looked down incredulously. Under her, dark hands grasped at her ankles, pulling her slowly down towards the victorious pool.
"Finally," the water's face said as Quistis was pulled down under the merciless water, "you are mine."
Quistis put up no resistance. She knew she could do nothing, the waters would claim her someway or another. It was over, it was the end. She slowly closed her eyes and hoped for the best. Dark laughter echoed in the distance. The water now lied as far up as her shoulders. Without realization she once more opened her eyes. In front of her the young her stood, still crying softly. The chant rolled softly off of her tongue. Slowly the child held out her hand to grasp Quistis, but before she could reach up and grab it, Quistis knew it was too late. With one final breath, Quistis was pulled into the laughing pool, her mirrored face staring at her darkly.
A/N: Okay, this chapter went in a far different direction then I expected, a lot more was supposed to happen. I didn't expect this sequence to last so long, and since any other event would kind of shatter the importance of this one, I'll just keep the chapter as only this. Hope you are enjoying! Review if you want.