Human Mystic
By: Rouge-kun
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the only things I own are my video games, manga, wallscrolls, anime, and TV. In other words, SaGa Frontier and it's characters are not mine, no matter how many times I beg and no matter how many tears I cry and no matter how much I bleed. It is Squaresoft's, or Square Enix's, whatever. I do own this story though, so take it and you shall die a very painful, grisly death.
Author's Note: I love SaGa Frontier, which is why I wrote this. This is my first fic ever, so please be nice on the flaming (isn't that a whaddayacallum... oxymoron?), but I would definitely eat up any constructive criticism, so shoot. As for praise, no problems there! Though I don't expect to get any. ;; Please Read and Reply! Oh yeah... I love funny stuff, but this story is pretty serious. I'll do my best to squeeze in some laughs though. Also... this is basically a written version of Asellus's Quest, so if you don't like that sort of thing, you probably shouldn't read this. If it goes down well, however, I may squeeze some creativity out of myself and write others on the other character's Quests. Like that'll ever happen. They call me "Lazy Lord." : P
"Ciato."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Ready my carriage. Ildon has informed me of Princess Rei's escape."
"Escape? Mylord...to have done such a thing... how...?"
"Silence. I am going to search for her. I will not rest until she is found. Alert the others, and tell them not to return until Princess Rei's recovery."
"Yes, sir."
"Rei...how could you? My first Princess...lost...by suicide."
It was just another day in Shrike, though a bit of a rainy one. Water pelted against the rooftops and ran down the drainpipes, watering the lawns and flowing into the sewers. Everyone was cozy and warm inside the safety and comfort of their homes, watching the rain streak down the glass from the security of their own houses.
Except for me.
My name is Asellus. Brown hair, green eyes. Nineteen years old. I happen to have the most ignorant aunt in the world, and that is why I was trudging cold, wet, and alone down the street to the grocery store. I kicked a puddle in irritation. As I did, a car drove by, causing a mini tsunami to cascade over me, soaking me to the bone. "Arrggh! This stupid umbrella doesn't even help!" I cried, flinging it into the street.
"Asellus, Dr. Okonogi needs some sugar."
"Why are you telling me? So lend him some."
"Well, we're out too. Here's some money."
"You can't be serious! In this storm!"
"Run along now."
Pft. Why can't Dr. Okonogi get his own friggin' sugar? By the way, he's my neighbor. He's this really smart scientist and he's really nice, though no one knows what he actually does, but hey, everyone has their secrets, huh? He's got this cute little kid, Red. I'm usually the one to babysit him, but I don't mind. He's really sweet. Seven or eight years old, I think. Anyway. I started to get cold standing there in that torrent of freezing rain, and it was starting to sting. I strong wind started up. My umbrella was picked up and started to blow down the street! Boy, I wished I hadn't thrown it then. I broke into a run to retrieve it, but the stupid thing kept speeding up as soon as I was close enough to grab it. I slipped and fell at an intersection. Before I could struggle to my feet, I was hit by something...
A horse drawn carriage.
And that's the last thing I knew for a long, long time. For me, it was the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it.
Just like that, I was awake - but where? It wasn't raining, and this definitely wasn't my house, either. The last thing I remembered was getting hit by that carriage. Wait. A carriage? In this day and age? Someone had stepped out of it... a man? Long, flowing robes... and then what? Try as I might, I couldn't remember what happened next. I looked up to get a look at the room and caught a glimpse of myself. My clothes...covered in blood! If it was that serious, why was I fine? What's going on? My pulse quickened and I began to imagine all sorts of horrible things. What if I was found by a bunch of perverts? What if I'm dozens of Regions away from home? Where am I, anyway? I slowly surveyed the room.
Weak, red-violet light emitted from a flower-shaped lamp above the bed. The bed itself seemed to give off light. The entire room was coated in a thick layer of dust, hiding the exquisite furnishings underneath (I know that sounds so old-fashioned and lame, but there's no other way to put it...they were), the drapery seemed to be of silk - the whole room looked elaborate and beautiful, as though crafted by expert architects and decorators. But for all the elegance, there was no breeze, no breath of air...the musty atmosphere of this beautiful place was akin to a tomb's.
"So you're awake."
I jumped. Someone was standing in the corner of the room - just barely behind the oddly-positioned ornate wardrobe - so I could hardly see him. No one was there the last time I looked...
"Who are you? I demanded.
"Humans wake up quickly..." he went on, as if he didn't hear me. His voice scared me...it was without emotion, so lifeless.
"Hey! Where am I! I yelled. Maybe he was deaf, who knew?
"It's only been twelve years..." he intoned, and suddenly faded from sight!
"What the...where'd you go? Wait!" I called, but he was gone. "Twelve years...what is he talking about?" I mumbled out loud. Well, there was no helping it. I climbed off the bed. If this was a dream, then I might as well check the place out, I thought.
I discovered that the room I was in was actually a smaller room off a larger one as I explored. The room was full of glass coffins, covered in red-violet roses. The same surreal light glowed, the source this time being more flower-shaped lamps placed between each coffin, the stands they were placed on decorated with roses as well. Why would there be coffins laid out in someone's house? But even though they were coffins, it was hauntingly beautiful...and sad, somehow.
I found myself standing next to the nearest one. I should have been afraid, but I wasn't. It had the same soft glow that the bed, lamp, and lights had. As I stared into the coffin, I realized something terrible. I backed into the center of the rounded room and suddenly felt sick. "The coffins...there are people inside!" Choking back a scream, I ran from the room.
"Why?" I asked myself. For the first time, I was really afraid. I wished that I was under my covers in my room, in my house back in Shrike. Was that going to happen to me? Would that guy who was in my room lock me in a coffin? It was strange...none of the people inside looked dead, just sleeping. Thoughts of vampires crept into my head, but I pushed them aside. Yeah, right. Vampires. But I couldn't shake the feeling that the idea wasn't too far from the truth...if it wasn't the truth itself.
I shook my head. Can't worry about that now, Concentrate on getting out. I was at the top of a blue-lit staircase. Nowhere to go but down. For all my fears, the place was still beautiful. I descended the stairs quickly, and was given a choice at the bottom: left or right? (Author's Note: It would be stupid to write about the room with the awesome stuff that you can't even carry yet, so I'll skip it. : P Come to think of it, shouldn't that be a given? X D Wow, I really suck.) I chose right, and emerged onto the terraces of the Mystic castle Chateau Aiguille.
How was it? A lot of this stuff was centered, but I guess left-aligned will do just as well... please RR. Criticism welcomed with open arms.
