I do not own Final Fantasy 8 and neither it's characters and/or monsters. Squaresoft does. I only own the characters that appears in this fanfic who dosen't appear in the original game.
By the way, english is my second language. So please bear with me and review fairly. (This means not only the grammar flaws. I know I am far from perfect but I try my best to write in a different language than my native one.) So please, try to give a fair ammount of the good critics as well of the bad ones. It would be more motivating for me to hear some critics about my initial storyline as it unfolds...
Thank you
Chapter 2
Bittersweet wine.
Squall entered Balamb City and went to the shop. He bought some high potions in case of an emergency at Winhill. He then bought a ticket to Timber. Once at Timber, he will be able to go Winhill on a second train. The train to Timber was leaving at 7:21 AM. He then walked to his SeeD cabin and droped his bag on the couch in the cabin. He looked around which magazine he never read. He didn't found any. He then waited for the 10 minutes before departure had passed by opening his train window. The train finally left and had been going at full speed for 2 hours now. Squall coudn't sleep at all. The caffeine had it's effect. Squall leaned on the train window and the breeze was rushing through him and his Griever rings necklace floated in the air.
-« If you leave for good, give me back the copy of the ring Zell gave you. If you pass this door, don't except to come back again»
-«Good bye Squall.»
Once Squall snapped out of his memories, he took the ring copy and crushed it in his hand. He then took the necklace off and thrown the metal shards in the fields passing like a flash in front of him and dissapearing into nothingess. He then put his Griever ring back in his hand. As he inserted it within his finger, it felt excessively warm. As if it kept a certain temperature. «I must be dreaming...» He told himself. After arriving at Timber, Squall wanted to buy the next train ticket to Winhill. However, it was in 2 hours only as for the next departure. He bought the ticket right ahead and went to the pub located next to the Timber TV station and the train station. Upon arrival, he sat by the counter and only ordered a glass of wine which came almost immediately. After tasting it, he remembered he ordered the kind named: The Dollet rain. The same brand Quistis used to prefer among all. Even though she was a pretty silent and simple person, she had some pretty classy tastes for her solitary moments. She often enjoyed roaming at the Dollet art galeries and stare at the paintings with a glass of wine while letting herself being absorbed into the oily marks on canvas. Squall grabbed the glass and put it near his lips again. He tasted slowly a few drops. Bittersweet, but good. He put the glass back down but kept his right hand, where the ring were, over the top of the glass. He looked at the backdoor which he passed through the first time he visited Dollet to get to the TV station. His very first moments with Rinoa.
« That ungrateful whining idiot, I saved her ass from a cliff, space and sorceresses. Bottom line, she went straight back to Seifer, this stupid spoiled moron. Always craving for attention...» He said thinking he was alone at the counter.
«Hey, hey! Easy there big fella! Just calm down! Got a heartache or what?» The large bartender said while cleaning a glass. The bartender was a mustached man with big broad shoulders and perhaps taller than Squall himself but he didn't seemed like a bad guy. Quite the contrary, his face seemed to impersonate kindness and respect.
«... Yeah sort of.»
« Well, listen big guy,» The bartender continued «If you want a friendly advice, forget her. If you don't, she's gonna rip your innings out of ya and make you swallow your heart back in. She's make your blood come to a boil next time you see her or that Seifer guy you mentionned... Ya listening kid?»
On these words, the bartender stopped talking. Squall's face was leaning toward the counter, his right hand still on top of the cup. He was almost making the glass crack because of the pressure. His hand was skaing and Squall seemed to grunt loudly. He was in pain. He felt his hand had a cramp but woudn't let go of the glass. The bartender tried to understand what was happening. He didn't realized that Squall's ring was shining brighter that any other light could make it shine and the red wine slowly taken a black color. The bartender tooked the hand off of the cup and the pain stopped. He stood from his bench and walked while shaking his right hand up and long like if he touched a burning object. «Ahh! My hand! Seemed cramped up!» Squall said in pain. «I kinda realised...» The bartender said confused. He notices however the wine turning from black to red again. Although he seen it, being a hardcore sceptic of magic and GF's. He thought that it was a shadow reflecting on the liquid color. Squall came back to his bench and finished the glass.
« Here have an other one. It might ease the pain. It's on me.» The bartender said while pouring another one. «Thank you...» «Kinda reminds me your age. I was a ladies m«n too but, oh boy! Ahaha! I got into so many stories like you do right now. Don't be hasting kid. She'll come for you. Don't sweat it!» The bartender said laughing. Squall drank the glass in one shot, payed the man and couple of hundred gils and took off to a book store to find something to read while on the road. Except for the Occult Fan VII that came out and the Weapon Monthly September Issue, nothing were of any interest. He sat on a bench and read the first pages of the Occult Fan VII
Dr.Odine from Esthar made a fascinating discovery. He claims that GF can be made out of magical items! By substracting the magical emprint of some rare items like Dark Matters and lesser ones like Betrayal Swords, he can fuse them together to create an entity similar to those of the Guardian Forces.
« Zat is a great step forwards for ze occult sciences. With zit discovery, we may be able to specify what sources iz born the origins of ze sorceresses abilities and probably explain ze origin on ze great Hyme itself»
-Dr.Odine
The theory is yet to be perfected but if this is the case, we may be able to find the origins of the creation of man itself!!
«That's bullshit!... I know Odine's a good science man but, come on! Nobody can ''create'' Gfs.»
said Squall ranting. He sighted and changed magazines with the Weapon Monthly. After some time killing, the train arrived. He got on the train and it took less than an hour to arrive close to Winhill by train and foot combined. On his watch, the time was 3:58PM. He remembered that Cid told him to report to the Mayor of Winhill which was someone named Sylvester. He was standing on a very steep hill close of the entrance of the city when he saw a green and yellow spot roaming by. It was a Wendigo
«Ah, hell no!» Squall said while taking out his Lionheart gunblade. He dashed toward the Wendigo. Squall took advantage of the battle with tbe surprise effect. He came from behind the Wendigo and slashed him from the top to the bottom of his back in one hit. He crumbled down on the floor. Squall's face received a few drops of bloof that splashed from the Wendigo's back. Oddly enough, the Wendigo managed te get back on his feets again.
«Darn... How did he do that? This shot should have took him apart with a single blow.» The Wendigo screamed of rage with the sight of Squall's sword and tried to attack him by a punch. Squall dashed to the left and evaded the hit. He then casted a pain spell on the Wendigo who found it's mark. Afterwards, he jumped close of him and throttled his gunblade in the abdomen of the Wendigo. The Wendigo grabbed Squall by the throat with his last strings of life and had to finally give in and died.
«That should do it...» Squall said wiping the blood off his face. «Gotta go to Winhill now...»