Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 8, never have never will.
Much to my dislike.
Authors note: This is my first fic, be kind. Please? The prologue is to introduce my own character; all the characters from ff8 will be in this fic in later chapters. Speech "" Thought ''
Final Fantasy VIII: Turmoil
Prologue: Reasons
2 years ago . . .
The pouring rain came rushing down through the heavy dark clouds, plastering the fleeing figures clothes. The sky rumbled with the echoing crash of thunder proceeded by the bright flashes of lightning. The mother rushed her sixteen-year-old son towards the small bulky mountain formation, both taking shelter in a nearby deserted cave. The son looked his mother in her rain-drenched face "Did we lose them?" she looked down at her son and smoothed a wet strand of oak coloured hair out of his eyes. Between breaths from the run she managed "I think so . . ." she placed the long narrow package she held against the wall and looked out of the opening. Outside the ground was like a lake of mud as the rain continued its assault; the cave lit up as another flash of lightning brightened the night sky. "Mum?" she continued to look outside "Hmm?" the boy moved over to the package and placed a hand on it "Why didn't you stand and fight?" She stayed by the opening, never turning to face him "I couldn't risk taking the chance that you would get hurt Dariel." Dariel walked towards his mother "But . . ." The entrance to the cave exploded in a shower of flames sending them both to the floor. Within a second his mother was back to her feet snatching from the hot searing flames the package and pulling from within a polished sheath that held a katana. Fighting back the pain she managed through gritted teeth "They're here!"
Three figures stood a small distance away from the entrance, judging from their build they must have been males and all three were brandishing swords. They all wore black gear and donned ninja type masks to hide their faces, the only difference between the three were their height. The nearest and also tallest gestured behind her "Hand over the boy!" With one hand at her side she pushed Dariel back into the cave. "No." she said bluntly. The tallest looked back to the others and forced a deep rough laugh "Heh, looks like she wants to fight." She walked several steps forward and stopped, raising the sheathed katana horizontally in front of her then placing it slightly to her left side and placing her right hand onto the handle. The lead took a step forward and was held back by his companion "What?" His companion stepped in front of him "She's mine!" Holding his sword at his left hip so the blade was diagonally up across his chest he took a step froward and eyed his opponent up. She was in her late thirties with shoulder length oak hair and a small frame; she wore long baggy trousers and a likewise baggy top and black boots. The rain continued to pour down on the two opponents, expanding the river of mud that had begun to form at their feet. A flash of lightning lit up the night sky, he charged.
He raised the sword high above his head and brought it down at the woman before him. As if time slowed down the woman pulled at the katana bringing it free of its confinement and bringing it across in a horizontal arc, slicing across his stomach and adding blood to the mud soaked ground. The competitor stumbled passed a look of shock in his eyes; he stopped in his tracks and dropped the sword that he still held above his head, it splashed as it hit the swamp of mud they all stood in. Mud splashed his legs as he slowly turned to face her, lightning lit up the sky and she was able to see blood seeping through the fabric that covered his mouth. He took slow clumsy steps towards her; blood leaked through his hand as he struggled to keep his internals inside. The slimy snake like intestine hung over the top of his hand, the sticky warm feel made him nauseous as he tried to push it back inside the flap of skin. " . . . How?" he fell face first into the dark fluid. The other two looked at one another "Shit!" The tallest held his sword diagonally towards her from his waist and turned his head towards his companion "Cover me."
The ground shook violently and threw up the liquid mud as it sent her and her sword flying through the air as the third opponent let loose a quake spell. She landed with a soft squelch and immediately rolled out the way as the tallest brought his sword down, slicing easily through the muddy floor. She looked around frantically for her discarded sword and saw the soft shine of the blade as the sky lit up. Making a desperate dive for the weapon she snatched it up blocking an overhead strike from her opponent, forcing her blade close to her chest. She pushed back using the other hand to support the dull side of the blade and brought the hilt into his groin sending him stumbling backwards, she scrabbled to her feet and turned to face him. The ground to her right exploding in a shower of fire as the third assailant let loose a fire spell at her. The tallest came in again, sparks flew as the two blades clashed, the fine katana easily being knocked aside by the strike of his blade. She pushed back and ran at him kicking mud up as she went and brought the blade diagonally down; the sound of metal on metal rang out as he managed to raise his blade to block.
A numbness shot up her left arm as they clashed together, both blades locked neither combatant ready to back down until he lashed out with his right hand sending her spinning back. She looked up at him, her lip had split and the left side of her face was stinging from the impact. She charged at him again and the ground exploded once more, the searing flames licked at her legs burning them. If she was to survive this she would have to take the backup down first, she knew it was risky but she turned the sword around so the blade faced the ground. Placing thumb and index finger on the either side of the blade she rested it along the under side of her arm then reached back and threw the blade like a javelin. She watched as it flew through the air towards the prone man chanting his next spell, to busy to notice the object that neared him.
The tallest turned as the sword flew past and watched as his companion dropped to the floor. A long shaft and handle protruded from his chest, blood formed around his body and joined with the wet mud that surrounded them all. Before the man closed his eyes he finished his chant.
She screamed in pain as the fire burnt the whole of her left arm, the stink of cooked flesh heavy in the air. She fell to the filthy ground and clutched at the damaged arm, wincing in pain as they both came into contact. Tears formed at her eyes as she realised her time would soon be up. The tallest approached her, his sword hanging at his side, dragging along the floor ripping into the mud. "You bitch!" he neared a bit closer "I'll kill you!" She looked to her sword, desperation filled her eyes. She ran.
She snatched the blade free from the corpse's chest and raised it defiantly. The tallest charged at her he brought his sword around in a swing, diving under the blades arc she flicked her blade up scraping it across his back creating a thin streak of crimson. She fell past onto the floor and quickly got to her feet as his blade struck the mud were she just lay. She turned to face him, her sword clenched in her right hand, her left arm hung uselessly by her side. He looked to her incapacitated arm, a thin cruel smile spread across his face. He struck at her, the flat side of the blade slapping her scorched arm. She screamed in agony and backed off just as fast.
Fear showed on her features as he approached slowly, purposely pacing his steps. She walked backwards and slipped on the mud falling onto her backside, pushing herself backwards frantically away from her opponent, her left arm collapsing beneath her as she applied pressure to it. She raised the katana with her right hand feebly as if she could possibly do something with it. He stopped in front of her and stared down at her on the floor, covered head to toe in mud. "Pathetic." She lunged with the katana and he brought his blade in underneath and brought it up sending the blade skywards over his shoulder.
She screamed out in pain as he struck his arm out impaling her with his sword "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions." She struggled with her right arm to remove the blade but couldn't shift it, he lent on the blade hilt pushing it slowly deeper into her stomach. "How do we awaken it?" she struggled with the blade once again. "Now I can make this easy . . ." he relieved some of the pressure that he applied "Or hard!" he slowly twisted the blade making her scream again. "Well?" she shook her head "Never!" he twisted again then stopped. Blood formed through his face mask and he stared down, his eyes opened wide in shock at what he saw.
Protruding from his chest was the blade that had belonged to the woman. "Wha . . ." He turned behind him "How . . ." He slumped to the floor, holding tightly to the sword handle was Dariel. Shocked at his first kill and how easy it was to do his attention was quickly focused on that of his injured mother. She let out a sharp cry as he pried the blade out of her stomach and pulled her tightly into his arms, brushing a strand of mud covered hair out of her eyes he spoke softly to her. "You'll be fine." She reached her uninjured hand up and placed it on his cheek "I'm sorry." He gripped the hand tight in his own "Why do you say that?" a tear leaked down her left cheek "I'm sorry I can't be around to stay with you." He gripped her hand tighter "Don't say that!" she looked into his eyes "I must tell you something before I die, search inside me and draw forth my GF, it will awaken one day, quickly do it." He closed his eyes and concentrated on the injured woman, he saw deep inside her the GF she spoke of and drew it from her letting it burrow into his subconscious.
"What is it called?" she opened her eyes "When it is needed then you will know." She gripped his hand tight. "Dariel, I love . . ." her hand slid from his grasp to the cold wet floor. He held her closer to himself and started to weep.
Now . . .
Dariel sat up in his bed and wiped the tears from his eyes, he looked around the small cramp dorm. It was the same nightmare he had been having the last two weeks, always of his mother's death, the presence of the unknown GF seemed stronger than ever. 'What could this mean?'
Authors note: This is my first fic, be kind. Please? The prologue is to introduce my own character; all the characters from ff8 will be in this fic in later chapters. Speech "" Thought ''
Final Fantasy VIII: Turmoil
Prologue: Reasons
2 years ago . . .
The pouring rain came rushing down through the heavy dark clouds, plastering the fleeing figures clothes. The sky rumbled with the echoing crash of thunder proceeded by the bright flashes of lightning. The mother rushed her sixteen-year-old son towards the small bulky mountain formation, both taking shelter in a nearby deserted cave. The son looked his mother in her rain-drenched face "Did we lose them?" she looked down at her son and smoothed a wet strand of oak coloured hair out of his eyes. Between breaths from the run she managed "I think so . . ." she placed the long narrow package she held against the wall and looked out of the opening. Outside the ground was like a lake of mud as the rain continued its assault; the cave lit up as another flash of lightning brightened the night sky. "Mum?" she continued to look outside "Hmm?" the boy moved over to the package and placed a hand on it "Why didn't you stand and fight?" She stayed by the opening, never turning to face him "I couldn't risk taking the chance that you would get hurt Dariel." Dariel walked towards his mother "But . . ." The entrance to the cave exploded in a shower of flames sending them both to the floor. Within a second his mother was back to her feet snatching from the hot searing flames the package and pulling from within a polished sheath that held a katana. Fighting back the pain she managed through gritted teeth "They're here!"
Three figures stood a small distance away from the entrance, judging from their build they must have been males and all three were brandishing swords. They all wore black gear and donned ninja type masks to hide their faces, the only difference between the three were their height. The nearest and also tallest gestured behind her "Hand over the boy!" With one hand at her side she pushed Dariel back into the cave. "No." she said bluntly. The tallest looked back to the others and forced a deep rough laugh "Heh, looks like she wants to fight." She walked several steps forward and stopped, raising the sheathed katana horizontally in front of her then placing it slightly to her left side and placing her right hand onto the handle. The lead took a step forward and was held back by his companion "What?" His companion stepped in front of him "She's mine!" Holding his sword at his left hip so the blade was diagonally up across his chest he took a step froward and eyed his opponent up. She was in her late thirties with shoulder length oak hair and a small frame; she wore long baggy trousers and a likewise baggy top and black boots. The rain continued to pour down on the two opponents, expanding the river of mud that had begun to form at their feet. A flash of lightning lit up the night sky, he charged.
He raised the sword high above his head and brought it down at the woman before him. As if time slowed down the woman pulled at the katana bringing it free of its confinement and bringing it across in a horizontal arc, slicing across his stomach and adding blood to the mud soaked ground. The competitor stumbled passed a look of shock in his eyes; he stopped in his tracks and dropped the sword that he still held above his head, it splashed as it hit the swamp of mud they all stood in. Mud splashed his legs as he slowly turned to face her, lightning lit up the sky and she was able to see blood seeping through the fabric that covered his mouth. He took slow clumsy steps towards her; blood leaked through his hand as he struggled to keep his internals inside. The slimy snake like intestine hung over the top of his hand, the sticky warm feel made him nauseous as he tried to push it back inside the flap of skin. " . . . How?" he fell face first into the dark fluid. The other two looked at one another "Shit!" The tallest held his sword diagonally towards her from his waist and turned his head towards his companion "Cover me."
The ground shook violently and threw up the liquid mud as it sent her and her sword flying through the air as the third opponent let loose a quake spell. She landed with a soft squelch and immediately rolled out the way as the tallest brought his sword down, slicing easily through the muddy floor. She looked around frantically for her discarded sword and saw the soft shine of the blade as the sky lit up. Making a desperate dive for the weapon she snatched it up blocking an overhead strike from her opponent, forcing her blade close to her chest. She pushed back using the other hand to support the dull side of the blade and brought the hilt into his groin sending him stumbling backwards, she scrabbled to her feet and turned to face him. The ground to her right exploding in a shower of fire as the third assailant let loose a fire spell at her. The tallest came in again, sparks flew as the two blades clashed, the fine katana easily being knocked aside by the strike of his blade. She pushed back and ran at him kicking mud up as she went and brought the blade diagonally down; the sound of metal on metal rang out as he managed to raise his blade to block.
A numbness shot up her left arm as they clashed together, both blades locked neither combatant ready to back down until he lashed out with his right hand sending her spinning back. She looked up at him, her lip had split and the left side of her face was stinging from the impact. She charged at him again and the ground exploded once more, the searing flames licked at her legs burning them. If she was to survive this she would have to take the backup down first, she knew it was risky but she turned the sword around so the blade faced the ground. Placing thumb and index finger on the either side of the blade she rested it along the under side of her arm then reached back and threw the blade like a javelin. She watched as it flew through the air towards the prone man chanting his next spell, to busy to notice the object that neared him.
The tallest turned as the sword flew past and watched as his companion dropped to the floor. A long shaft and handle protruded from his chest, blood formed around his body and joined with the wet mud that surrounded them all. Before the man closed his eyes he finished his chant.
She screamed in pain as the fire burnt the whole of her left arm, the stink of cooked flesh heavy in the air. She fell to the filthy ground and clutched at the damaged arm, wincing in pain as they both came into contact. Tears formed at her eyes as she realised her time would soon be up. The tallest approached her, his sword hanging at his side, dragging along the floor ripping into the mud. "You bitch!" he neared a bit closer "I'll kill you!" She looked to her sword, desperation filled her eyes. She ran.
She snatched the blade free from the corpse's chest and raised it defiantly. The tallest charged at her he brought his sword around in a swing, diving under the blades arc she flicked her blade up scraping it across his back creating a thin streak of crimson. She fell past onto the floor and quickly got to her feet as his blade struck the mud were she just lay. She turned to face him, her sword clenched in her right hand, her left arm hung uselessly by her side. He looked to her incapacitated arm, a thin cruel smile spread across his face. He struck at her, the flat side of the blade slapping her scorched arm. She screamed in agony and backed off just as fast.
Fear showed on her features as he approached slowly, purposely pacing his steps. She walked backwards and slipped on the mud falling onto her backside, pushing herself backwards frantically away from her opponent, her left arm collapsing beneath her as she applied pressure to it. She raised the katana with her right hand feebly as if she could possibly do something with it. He stopped in front of her and stared down at her on the floor, covered head to toe in mud. "Pathetic." She lunged with the katana and he brought his blade in underneath and brought it up sending the blade skywards over his shoulder.
She screamed out in pain as he struck his arm out impaling her with his sword "Now I'm going to ask you a few questions." She struggled with her right arm to remove the blade but couldn't shift it, he lent on the blade hilt pushing it slowly deeper into her stomach. "How do we awaken it?" she struggled with the blade once again. "Now I can make this easy . . ." he relieved some of the pressure that he applied "Or hard!" he slowly twisted the blade making her scream again. "Well?" she shook her head "Never!" he twisted again then stopped. Blood formed through his face mask and he stared down, his eyes opened wide in shock at what he saw.
Protruding from his chest was the blade that had belonged to the woman. "Wha . . ." He turned behind him "How . . ." He slumped to the floor, holding tightly to the sword handle was Dariel. Shocked at his first kill and how easy it was to do his attention was quickly focused on that of his injured mother. She let out a sharp cry as he pried the blade out of her stomach and pulled her tightly into his arms, brushing a strand of mud covered hair out of her eyes he spoke softly to her. "You'll be fine." She reached her uninjured hand up and placed it on his cheek "I'm sorry." He gripped the hand tight in his own "Why do you say that?" a tear leaked down her left cheek "I'm sorry I can't be around to stay with you." He gripped her hand tighter "Don't say that!" she looked into his eyes "I must tell you something before I die, search inside me and draw forth my GF, it will awaken one day, quickly do it." He closed his eyes and concentrated on the injured woman, he saw deep inside her the GF she spoke of and drew it from her letting it burrow into his subconscious.
"What is it called?" she opened her eyes "When it is needed then you will know." She gripped his hand tight. "Dariel, I love . . ." her hand slid from his grasp to the cold wet floor. He held her closer to himself and started to weep.
Now . . .
Dariel sat up in his bed and wiped the tears from his eyes, he looked around the small cramp dorm. It was the same nightmare he had been having the last two weeks, always of his mother's death, the presence of the unknown GF seemed stronger than ever. 'What could this mean?'