A/N: I'm gonna fix my writing and paragraphs and stuff but this sites being dumb and i cant do it right now...well i got one comment! I'm soo happy...and this story will get better as i continue it..i think lol well read n enjoy..plz no flaming reviews...this story probably needs a lot of work, i'm aware of this lol...well later
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the final fantasies...i did not come up with it..i just came up with this plot and these characters and im just adding on to the final fantasy world lol
Gracefully, she walked down the stairs regretting every step.
She knew what was going to be asked and she knew it would just upset her more.
Tibirius sat at the opposite end of the table, "Good afternoon pet." He smirked.
"Don't call me pet." She said rather displeased.
"Sorry love I seem to forget." Meera forced a small unwanted smile and delicately sat in her seat.
"So your father and I were discussing our wedding ceremony this morning." She swallowed hard trying to wash away the lump in her throat.
She wanted no longer to exist at that moment.
"Well it's going to be Saturday." He announced which surprised Meera.
Saturday? No one had asked her what she wanted.
"How dare you not talk with me about this! No one asked me what I wanted!" She got up from her chair as it hit the ground.
Her eyes burned with fury as she ran up to her room.
The lights were bright in Ambark that night.
Tristan walked the lit streets as he did whenever he felt he needed to clear his mind.
"Tristan!" He heard as he turned around slowly knowing the voice.
"Hello Loranle." He softly said.
She caught up to him and immediately rested her hands on her knees trying to capture some air.
"Where are you off to?" She smiled as she finally caught her breath.
"No where, just thinking." He managed to make out which seemed to sound more like a whisper than anything.
"'bout what?" She asked as she grabbed his hand and began to walk with him.
"Things…life, tomorrow." He began.
Loranle gave him a look of encouragement and planted a tiny kiss on his calm lips.
Tristan smiled weakly, Loranle had meant everything to him so why was he feeling like he needed something different?
It felt as if all of his feelings for her had been drained from him.
Loranle forced a smile, "I know that look." She proclaimed.
As their hands parted. "Loranle, I'm sorry but…" He began, his eyes focused on the ground.
He didn't have the courage to look at her.
"But?" She asked calmly knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it.
"We can't be together." He whispered as he finally forced himself to look her in the eyes.
All of the pain he was trying to avoid caught up with him.
Yes, we can…" She told both herself and Tristan as she fell to the ground on her hands and knees.
"No…we can't." He assured her as he watched her helplessly.
"I'm sorry." He said as he walked away.
The dark seemed to calm Tristan.
The way he was feeling was unexplainable.
"Loranle, I hope you can forgive me." He spoke aloud sadly as his eyes met with the stars.
Tristan heard a giggle.
He looked around hoping to spot the culprit.
"Hey!" someone squealed from behind.
He turned around to see a woman dressed in white robes.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"My names Shiva, the goddess of ice." She answered.
Her voice was soft and low…almost like the sound of the wind in winter.
She began walking toward him.
"You need to help her. She needs you…as you do her." Shiva hummed, Tristan backed away from her.
"Who? Help who?" He asked confused.
Shiva spoke; "One with hair as bright as the sun, eyes that reflect the moon, an animal as black as night." Shiva snapped her fingers and with a blink of an eyes was gone.
A/N: I don't know why but I love this chapter...and if you wanna know how to picture Tristan just picture Squall sorta lol they look a bit different though. Hopefully it wasn't to terrible. No flames. Please?