Someone New to Love
I felt bad for Edaward, because he lost his true love. So, I'm writting this to console myself. Edward finds a new special girl durring his recovery in Troia; she just so happens to be his nurse. It has a prologue, but it will really pick up when Cecil, Cid, Yang, and Tellah arrive in Troia. You'll see what I mean soon. I promise!
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Prologue
I wasn't quite sure where I was. I could feel something coarse beneath me, and then something cool and wet rushed up around my legs. I realized that I must be on a beach, and that (miraculously) I'd surrvived the shipwreck.
The shipwreck brought all sorts of horrible thoughts into my head. What had happened to the others? Had any of them survived the leviathan's attack? And were was I now? How long had it been since I lost consiousness? My last memory was hearing Cecil's voice, calling to me to help him. But I was hidding; I was too scared to do anything. I thought bitterly of Rydia. Why... Why hadn't I done something to help her? She was almost certain to have drowned by now.
But, what if Yang did save her from the monster? It could be that they were both okay. I felt a little hope for them; but it quickly disolved when I remembered that that outcome was highly doubtful. I forced myself to think of something else. I carefully opened my eyes. It was sometime at night, for the sky was a deep blue and spotted with a smattering of stars. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. Instead I felt a stabbing pain in my side and in my arms. I can't quite remember if I cried out or something, but I guess I did because I heard someone close by gasp and come running over.
The next thing I knew, there was a woman standing over me. I couldn't quite tell what she looked like in the dark, but I could tell that her hair came down past her shoulders, that she had a basket on one hooked arm, and that she was wearing a long, purple dress. Her face was almost to dim to see, but that was okay: I'd being seeing much more of her in the days to come.
"Emore!" She called. "Emore, come here quick!" Another woman, obviously much older, came running up. I assumed that she was Emore, and I later found out that I was right. She looked down the beach for a moment, and said in a kind, but cracked, voice, "Looks like this one's been in a shipwreck of some kind." I guess that some of the wreckage was scattered along the beach.
And then, I slipped out of consiousness again. The last thing that I remember of that fateful night was the first woman asking, "So what do we do?"