Hello there! Anybody but me notice how I have mostly Dragoon fics? Well . . . anyway, I decided to write Zeig's whole story. The game makes him sound so insignificant. So . . . here I go! (I don't care shat the game says . . . this is my story!) Oh! This first chapter is a songfic chapter.
Disclaimer: What makes you think that I own anything if I'm writing on a fanfiction site.
Chapter 1:
I ran.
I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't live this way any longer.
He had been drinking again, and so had she. My Papa and Mama.
In the empty spaces of the mind, that's here I store my past
A ghostly image that I fear has yet to be surpassed
I pray that I won't carry all the pain 'till the end
I won't ever think about them again. They hurt me far too much. I didn't need to stay with them. I didn't if I would probably die, common sense wasn't kicking into my mind. I was only five years old. Yet still . . . I felt older.
A lonely child with battered eyes
No joy in innocence they cry
Always has to lie his way through life
They didn't love me. Why should I have stayed? I tripped and yelped in pain. I had tripped over a rock. My broken ankle hurt, and I glared at the rock. Didn't Mr. Rock know that I had enough to deal with. What if they found me! I was much smaller than them. If they caught me trying to escape, they would hurt me even more.
I've fallen down while playing ball
But mom beat me up and down the hall
Just because she had one of those nights
I got back up and hopped down the trail I created for myself the previous day.
Why did they hate me so much? Was it something I did?
Instinct to defend, where does it all end
How does a child get himself out of harm's way?
A lifelong price to pay
They had killed my sister when she was just born yesterday. Papa and Mama did. I only got to hold her for a second, before they took her from me.
Then they killed her. They said that she was a useless child because she looked different.
I told Papa that I thought she was beautiful.
Then they beat me for the fourth time that day, so bad that it hurt too much to move. They killed her in front of me. Mama threw her body down at me and told me if I was hungry that night I had to eat her. When they left, I picked up her body and went outside.
I buried her next to the river, because the river was free. I wanted to run like the river and get away. I planned on doing that.
It's not that mommy hits that hurts me, it's when she goes away
Get home from school all by myself and won't see her for days
A kid deprived of love in life has no alternative in sight
He throws up barriers to get him through
A human life's a gift from God
Your conscience and your heart are gone
You're much to cruel to have a point of view
My eyes burned with angry tears. Parents were supposed to love their children, not hurt them! Apparently though, I was not their child. No one would ever treat their own child like that. Who cares! I don't need the stupid grown-ups! I'm five years old! I have arms and legs so I can leave.
No one to turn to, oh, how dare you
How does a child get himself out of harm's way?
A price no one should pay
I was almost away from the house, but something hit me. I fell to the ground. I tried my best to get up on my own but it was no good, they had beaten me senseless this time. I slid against a tree and pulled out the tiny knife I found in the kitchen before leaving. I faced the creature.
I smiled, even though it hurt my small cut up face, "You think you're brave, picking on a five year old! I Zeig and I will fight you.
Can't you see the tears they're crying
Don't you care your kids are dying?
From the senseless torment that you put them through
The monster looked slightly startled at small little me before him.
"What? Don't you whanna pway . . . play!" I said, struggling like any five year old to pronounce the words right.
The monster stepped out from the bushes. "I'm not a monster."
I looked at the "monster"! He seemed like one of the smart people from the village called . . . suchleers? Although . . . it didn't look like a man. This guy was wearing funny clothes! And his hair was silvery white! But his face looked young . . . that meant he wasn't a geezer . . . Nevertheless, I lowered my tiny dagger. "What you are?"
There's different kinds of lies to tell
Abuse is from the pit of hell
A demon with a goal that is to kill
"I am a wingly." The man said with that confused look in his eye.
"What you want wingy?" I asked, still not quite trusting this 'wingy'
The Wingy stepped forward, "How did you get in that condition little one?"
"What condition?"
"You are hurt . . . and weak."
"I not!" I said, even though I could feel my frail body growing sleepier. I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up.
You better hear the words I say
Deliverance may be far away
You'll look like you have been run through the mill
I was helpless as the wingy picked me up, even though I tried to punch. I opened my tiny mouth to shout my objection, but I couldn't say anything. My tiny fists clenched and unclenched until they went limp.
"Don't worry. I'm going to take you with me Zeig."
'Put me down.' I thought helplessly
"I'm not going to put you down, not if my life depended on it." I looked down to realize I was floating in the air, I shut my eyes tight, slowly drifting to sleep. "Don't worry. I am Savan. I will protect you."
Instinct to defend, where does it all end
How does a child get himself out of harm's way?
A lifelong price to pay
Well, that's the first chapter. Yes, it was in Zeig's point of view. RR if you want the next chapter.