[A/N: I apologize for the hiatus, but I've been out of town to attend a wedding and have also been suffering from chronic writer's block. I don't own the setting or established characters, just a few original characters that have been grating on my mind.
The fact is, this particular chronicle is trickier for me than what I wrote before; with A New Threat to Spira I had some established characters and something I felt deserved an explanation; with this story everything is entirely new, and it's giving me a headache. I think I had more fun designing the next generation of Final Fantasy characters than with coming up with a reasonable plotline. The problem I have now is there are so many other ideas I have that have nothing to do with this story; I'm losing my own interest in it.
As much as it pains me to say this, I have to put this story on hold for the time being. I have a few ideas bouncing around on where it might go from here, but I've got too many other things that I want to do more. Please forgive me for leaving the story at a cliffhanger, but I can't focus on it as much as I would prefer to. I'll be going back to work soon anyway, and my other ideas will require more of my time. I'm not finished writing by any means, but this story will have to wait. If any of you have suggestions or ideas, by all means email them to me; if I do pick up this story again it likely won't be as long as my previous work. I'll probably write some drabbles in the near future, possibly in other categories.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with one tidbit of storyline:]
A cloaked figure paused, breathless, at the southern end of Mushroom Rock road. He pressed himself against the cliff wall, attempting to make himself invisible to the Council patrols just ahead. Breathing heavily, he glanced back to ensure he had not been followed. His hand fell to the scabbard at his side and his eyes grew large. His hands and eyes searched his belt frantically, but the dagger was not there. "Blast," he whispered to himself. "They'll be on the lookout for someone now." He gritted his teeth and shot a glance Northwards. "I can't believe I got careless like that... but no matter. I'll just have to work a bit faster.
"Soon they'll all realize the folly of machina... and Spira can go back to the way it was."
[A/N: Interpret as you will. Again I apologize, but I'd rather write something that comes to me with ease than something I've been struggling with even while on vacation. Be on the lookout for other works from the Neon Ronin, 'cause I'll be back.]
The fact is, this particular chronicle is trickier for me than what I wrote before; with A New Threat to Spira I had some established characters and something I felt deserved an explanation; with this story everything is entirely new, and it's giving me a headache. I think I had more fun designing the next generation of Final Fantasy characters than with coming up with a reasonable plotline. The problem I have now is there are so many other ideas I have that have nothing to do with this story; I'm losing my own interest in it.
As much as it pains me to say this, I have to put this story on hold for the time being. I have a few ideas bouncing around on where it might go from here, but I've got too many other things that I want to do more. Please forgive me for leaving the story at a cliffhanger, but I can't focus on it as much as I would prefer to. I'll be going back to work soon anyway, and my other ideas will require more of my time. I'm not finished writing by any means, but this story will have to wait. If any of you have suggestions or ideas, by all means email them to me; if I do pick up this story again it likely won't be as long as my previous work. I'll probably write some drabbles in the near future, possibly in other categories.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with one tidbit of storyline:]
A cloaked figure paused, breathless, at the southern end of Mushroom Rock road. He pressed himself against the cliff wall, attempting to make himself invisible to the Council patrols just ahead. Breathing heavily, he glanced back to ensure he had not been followed. His hand fell to the scabbard at his side and his eyes grew large. His hands and eyes searched his belt frantically, but the dagger was not there. "Blast," he whispered to himself. "They'll be on the lookout for someone now." He gritted his teeth and shot a glance Northwards. "I can't believe I got careless like that... but no matter. I'll just have to work a bit faster.
"Soon they'll all realize the folly of machina... and Spira can go back to the way it was."
[A/N: Interpret as you will. Again I apologize, but I'd rather write something that comes to me with ease than something I've been struggling with even while on vacation. Be on the lookout for other works from the Neon Ronin, 'cause I'll be back.]