Author's Notes: I am so sorry this took so long. Two reports are due in
school. Good news, I have Chapters Six and Seven ready to be typed if you
all would just REVIEW! I will not put up another chapter till someone
reviews or a month has past. But let's get on with the review. Today we
have a mini-cliff hanger. Next time more progression. I did promise a
better explanation of the curse did I not? Well stick around then.
silver-nex- As always... *hugs* I am glad you love Ifrit... When you've read this, tell me how you think I did with his personality... And Shiva's too. I love you so much for reviewing... Tell you what, this chapter is dedicated to you! YAY! Hope you all like it.
Fire springs up around us, and I try to keep my cool. I know that if I show fear, Ifrit will only call up more flames. How easy it would be to ask Shiva to come forth and freeze the fire. Or even to call forth Leviathan to douse the red tongues that lick the air around us. I was in my own personal hell and I could do nothing about it.
Those clear green eyes seem like burning plants as Seifer gazes at the flames. Around us on the ground the bronze reflects the fiery red glow. It is like the stones themselves burn. Why can't I suppress the growing fear?
Then the metal grows red hot. Both I and Seifer leap back a step as the characters glow like embers. Red sparks, like burning fireflies, rise from the bronze and pull together. One burst of fire like a supernova in intensity, and the demonic fire GF was before us. The flames died down now that Ifrit was present. With every exhale, the fire lord sent sulfuric fumes over us.
"I see that you two are cursed. What more could be expected of my chosen one?" the beast growled.
"Not too much," Seifer smirked, "But Squally-boy could use an explanation of this curse."
"Let Shiva tell him about the ancient curse. There are only a few ways to be free of it... Finding Mercale is one, which is obvious. But you can die on the quest to do so, which is another way. So now I give you a choice, take my words and leave, or die here."
"We'll take the former of course," I blurt out, I can't stand it anymore.
"DON'T CUT ME OFF!" Ifrit roared, "Or I will burn you! I know your fears Squall Leonheart!"
Seifer now made the sound of an appraising mother, "Squally-boy, you're afraid of something? What is it?"
The flames leapt up again, closing in around us. Closer and closer, that damned Guardian was bringing the flames closer. Somewhere I hear Ifrit's roar. He'd show Seifer what I was afraid of. They are far too close now. This must be the way the flames of Hell feel. Ifrit's going to kill me now...
"Wake up and listen to my words, my love," her icy voice beckons, Shiva, my savior.
No longer am I ringed by fire. I am now alone in the dark corridors of my mind. Well, not totally alone, Shiva my icy lady stands over me, holding out her hand.
"Come my cold knight, we must speak now of your curse," she pulls me to my feet. The cold does not bother me. Actually, it is a great comfort to be here like this. Never really noticed how much I feel at home in the cold.
From the blackness springs a table and two chairs made completely of ice. I do not shiver or shake or complain as I sit, Shiva already seated across from me. The blue skinned female frowns severely. Right now I cannot speak as I think of my Seifer, somewhere in the world of the living. Living, it makes me wonder if I am dead. Could I have been consumed by the flames? Was Shiva here to offer me guidance to the afterlife? Was she here to say my death had broken the curse?
"You must take this seriously my Squall," she began. "This curse is real. Created long ago by Griever in the name of Odin. But it's origin is not my tale to tell. Or what will happen when this quest ends. I have been summoned forth to tell you what you already fear."
((Authoress's note: I could have done this.
Squall: You killed my mother?
Shiva: Squall.... I AM your mother. Squall: No!
Authoress: *hides from George Lucas* I don't own star wars))
"The fate of those who cannot break the curse?"
"Yes. Over the years you have fought many creatures and monsters. Some of them have been large, one of a kind. Those ones, like the creature you faced so long ago atop the Timber Communications Tower, were once people cursed at you are."
"I... see..." They were once human. Well if that doesn't make me feel guilty, nothing will.
"Never has one of my chosen, or Ifrit's, failed in the quest... Do not do so now. Don't be the first," her voice begged, and then she was gone again.
This chapter is dedicated to silver-nex
silver-nex- As always... *hugs* I am glad you love Ifrit... When you've read this, tell me how you think I did with his personality... And Shiva's too. I love you so much for reviewing... Tell you what, this chapter is dedicated to you! YAY! Hope you all like it.
Fire springs up around us, and I try to keep my cool. I know that if I show fear, Ifrit will only call up more flames. How easy it would be to ask Shiva to come forth and freeze the fire. Or even to call forth Leviathan to douse the red tongues that lick the air around us. I was in my own personal hell and I could do nothing about it.
Those clear green eyes seem like burning plants as Seifer gazes at the flames. Around us on the ground the bronze reflects the fiery red glow. It is like the stones themselves burn. Why can't I suppress the growing fear?
Then the metal grows red hot. Both I and Seifer leap back a step as the characters glow like embers. Red sparks, like burning fireflies, rise from the bronze and pull together. One burst of fire like a supernova in intensity, and the demonic fire GF was before us. The flames died down now that Ifrit was present. With every exhale, the fire lord sent sulfuric fumes over us.
"I see that you two are cursed. What more could be expected of my chosen one?" the beast growled.
"Not too much," Seifer smirked, "But Squally-boy could use an explanation of this curse."
"Let Shiva tell him about the ancient curse. There are only a few ways to be free of it... Finding Mercale is one, which is obvious. But you can die on the quest to do so, which is another way. So now I give you a choice, take my words and leave, or die here."
"We'll take the former of course," I blurt out, I can't stand it anymore.
"DON'T CUT ME OFF!" Ifrit roared, "Or I will burn you! I know your fears Squall Leonheart!"
Seifer now made the sound of an appraising mother, "Squally-boy, you're afraid of something? What is it?"
The flames leapt up again, closing in around us. Closer and closer, that damned Guardian was bringing the flames closer. Somewhere I hear Ifrit's roar. He'd show Seifer what I was afraid of. They are far too close now. This must be the way the flames of Hell feel. Ifrit's going to kill me now...
"Wake up and listen to my words, my love," her icy voice beckons, Shiva, my savior.
No longer am I ringed by fire. I am now alone in the dark corridors of my mind. Well, not totally alone, Shiva my icy lady stands over me, holding out her hand.
"Come my cold knight, we must speak now of your curse," she pulls me to my feet. The cold does not bother me. Actually, it is a great comfort to be here like this. Never really noticed how much I feel at home in the cold.
From the blackness springs a table and two chairs made completely of ice. I do not shiver or shake or complain as I sit, Shiva already seated across from me. The blue skinned female frowns severely. Right now I cannot speak as I think of my Seifer, somewhere in the world of the living. Living, it makes me wonder if I am dead. Could I have been consumed by the flames? Was Shiva here to offer me guidance to the afterlife? Was she here to say my death had broken the curse?
"You must take this seriously my Squall," she began. "This curse is real. Created long ago by Griever in the name of Odin. But it's origin is not my tale to tell. Or what will happen when this quest ends. I have been summoned forth to tell you what you already fear."
((Authoress's note: I could have done this.
Squall: You killed my mother?
Shiva: Squall.... I AM your mother. Squall: No!
Authoress: *hides from George Lucas* I don't own star wars))
"The fate of those who cannot break the curse?"
"Yes. Over the years you have fought many creatures and monsters. Some of them have been large, one of a kind. Those ones, like the creature you faced so long ago atop the Timber Communications Tower, were once people cursed at you are."
"I... see..." They were once human. Well if that doesn't make me feel guilty, nothing will.
"Never has one of my chosen, or Ifrit's, failed in the quest... Do not do so now. Don't be the first," her voice begged, and then she was gone again.
This chapter is dedicated to silver-nex