DISCLAIMER: Ok, people. Just wanna let u know that all characters I use
belong to SquareSoft. I'm just using their brilliant characters to make my
own stories.hehe, maybe one day I'll be able to make my own brilliant
characters^_^!!!
PROLOGUE
In the darkness, there she was. Twisting and turning. Like a drowning rat in the middle of the sea. So helpless.soon.soon she would be gone. She would be no more in this world. Her existence would soon be forgotten. She knew she must act fast. Drawing the last of her strength, she formed them into one bright shining little orb.
They will never escape me. They can't win. They will never feel the secure safe feeling forever. They won't live to see the future.
With that she gathered her strength. The orb so little, yet so dangerous slowly floated upwards her body. Slowly it floated out of her mouth. She stared at it with the rest of her time.
Go, she instructed. Don't let them escape. They can't win that easily. Haunt them. Make them feel pain as I am experiencing right now. Kurse those SeeD's! Kill them.all of them.
* * *
It was that voice again. Calling, beckoning, reasoning. A soothing, comforting sound that shields away danger. It's almost too good to be true.
Another voice took over. Sinister, haunting like a knife tearing flesh. "You will never get away.you will never escape. There's no such thing as safety.you will dieee."
Eyes flew open and sweat beads drop down as Squall Leonhart woke up gasping. It was that voice again, he thought. Ultimecia. Has she survived? No! We killed her. We traveled to the future and took care of her. It can't be.
Why? Why me?
He closed his eyes and groaned. Don't be an idiot, he said to himself silently. Nightmares mean nothing. A nightmare that seemed to be happening more and more often. Does this mean anything? Should I be cautious? Is "she" back again? Squall sighed. Since when did I care so much about bad dreams?
Dreams don't hold much meaning for him. Sure, dreams are nice. They help you find out more about yourself. They provide a place for the imagination and creativity. They can even change lives. But dreams don't mean much if you don't act by them. Squall preferred to act and do something about his desires than to dream. Dreaming makes you think, and by doing that causes more complications in life. He always avoided dreaming too much. It can only lead to confusions and more problems. Like Seifer.
Seifer. An image of a tall blond man appeared in Squall's mind. A smirk plastered on his face which was usual for the arrogant, troublemaker. Emerald green eyes reflecting a lost dream. A dream to be a knight. And a scar slashed diagonally across his face mirroring his own.
Squall closed his eyes. He wanted to forget that face. A face that terrorized himself and many other people. He wanted to clear it away, and think someone else more pleasant.
Rinoa's image appeared before him. A smile played upon his lips and he pictured the pretty raven haired girl. Rinoa, he thought. You make everything right for me. He felt his muscles relax, and his mind clearing off the troubles. Pretty soon he was asleep once more with the pretty girl's face never leaving his mind.
Author's note: this is my first fic ever to post up. Please R/R! I hope you like it I'll keep writing as long as people are reading and reviewing. If I'd make any mistakes pls point it out to me. Pls give me constructive criticism! Thanks people!
PROLOGUE
In the darkness, there she was. Twisting and turning. Like a drowning rat in the middle of the sea. So helpless.soon.soon she would be gone. She would be no more in this world. Her existence would soon be forgotten. She knew she must act fast. Drawing the last of her strength, she formed them into one bright shining little orb.
They will never escape me. They can't win. They will never feel the secure safe feeling forever. They won't live to see the future.
With that she gathered her strength. The orb so little, yet so dangerous slowly floated upwards her body. Slowly it floated out of her mouth. She stared at it with the rest of her time.
Go, she instructed. Don't let them escape. They can't win that easily. Haunt them. Make them feel pain as I am experiencing right now. Kurse those SeeD's! Kill them.all of them.
* * *
It was that voice again. Calling, beckoning, reasoning. A soothing, comforting sound that shields away danger. It's almost too good to be true.
Another voice took over. Sinister, haunting like a knife tearing flesh. "You will never get away.you will never escape. There's no such thing as safety.you will dieee."
Eyes flew open and sweat beads drop down as Squall Leonhart woke up gasping. It was that voice again, he thought. Ultimecia. Has she survived? No! We killed her. We traveled to the future and took care of her. It can't be.
Why? Why me?
He closed his eyes and groaned. Don't be an idiot, he said to himself silently. Nightmares mean nothing. A nightmare that seemed to be happening more and more often. Does this mean anything? Should I be cautious? Is "she" back again? Squall sighed. Since when did I care so much about bad dreams?
Dreams don't hold much meaning for him. Sure, dreams are nice. They help you find out more about yourself. They provide a place for the imagination and creativity. They can even change lives. But dreams don't mean much if you don't act by them. Squall preferred to act and do something about his desires than to dream. Dreaming makes you think, and by doing that causes more complications in life. He always avoided dreaming too much. It can only lead to confusions and more problems. Like Seifer.
Seifer. An image of a tall blond man appeared in Squall's mind. A smirk plastered on his face which was usual for the arrogant, troublemaker. Emerald green eyes reflecting a lost dream. A dream to be a knight. And a scar slashed diagonally across his face mirroring his own.
Squall closed his eyes. He wanted to forget that face. A face that terrorized himself and many other people. He wanted to clear it away, and think someone else more pleasant.
Rinoa's image appeared before him. A smile played upon his lips and he pictured the pretty raven haired girl. Rinoa, he thought. You make everything right for me. He felt his muscles relax, and his mind clearing off the troubles. Pretty soon he was asleep once more with the pretty girl's face never leaving his mind.
Author's note: this is my first fic ever to post up. Please R/R! I hope you like it I'll keep writing as long as people are reading and reviewing. If I'd make any mistakes pls point it out to me. Pls give me constructive criticism! Thanks people!