Fan Fiction ❯ Death ❯ Death-prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Stephanie Maxwell 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 526 | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 526 | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Notes: I had to do a story for a writing class of mine and I REALLY loved my idea so I revised it so it wouldn't be so bad. I had to E-prime the story and now I can go back and add verbs were ever I damn well please.
Death
Terrain did not remember much before the death of his parents. Most of the memories began after his parent's death. Only the nightmares reminded him of what he had witnessed but never could quite remember.
Nightmares that left him awake in a cold sweat with long black hair tangled about his body. The nightmares always started the same. He would wake up in a dark void surrounded by a blackness that was so thick that he could almost feel it pressing up against his body.
Then the sounds would start. Only small sounds at first, a moan or a whimper at first. Then the sounds would become louder; a woman's scream and the sound of a sword hitting flesh, followed by the faint sound of wings flapping.
Terrain struggled to get through the black void but it started to move. It headed towards him, covering his legs. Flowing up his body, encasing him until he could not see his own body. Fear gripped his soul. He could feel himself disappearing and it scared him. A pain began in his back. Focusing on the pain, he tried to forget about the nothingness moving up his body. Soon the pain passed and disappeared completely. It felt like something in his body had suddenly extended itself. Moving the extension, Terrain heard the faint sound of wings flapping as a soft breeze brushed his face.
Terrain moved his newly acquired wings and heard the flapping again. The void moved up further covering his wings, despite his efforts to free them. Screaming, Terrain frantically tried to get free from the blackness, but to no avail. Then he would hear the laughter. The dark, insidious laughter that always seemed to come from everywhere but nowhere at the same time. He could hear it until the last of the blackness crept up passed his ears, blocking out the hideous laughter. Then he would wake up screaming spending the rest of the night lying in bed trying to allay his fears.
The nightmares plagued him like clockwork every night. He had always had the nightmares and as far as he knew there was no way to stop from having them. The few doctors he had gone to had deduced that they were memories of his parent's death that had been too gruesome for his young mind to handle and were simply forgotten, only to show themselves in the nightly nightmares.
After his parents death he had been taken in by a group of mercenaries who found him near death lying in the street. They nursed him back to health and taught him how to fight in many ways used around the world. Even with his knowledge and skill in fighting he had retained a child like innocence until his thirteenth birthday. His life had been turned upside down on that fateful day:
TBC
Death
Terrain did not remember much before the death of his parents. Most of the memories began after his parent's death. Only the nightmares reminded him of what he had witnessed but never could quite remember.
Nightmares that left him awake in a cold sweat with long black hair tangled about his body. The nightmares always started the same. He would wake up in a dark void surrounded by a blackness that was so thick that he could almost feel it pressing up against his body.
Then the sounds would start. Only small sounds at first, a moan or a whimper at first. Then the sounds would become louder; a woman's scream and the sound of a sword hitting flesh, followed by the faint sound of wings flapping.
Terrain struggled to get through the black void but it started to move. It headed towards him, covering his legs. Flowing up his body, encasing him until he could not see his own body. Fear gripped his soul. He could feel himself disappearing and it scared him. A pain began in his back. Focusing on the pain, he tried to forget about the nothingness moving up his body. Soon the pain passed and disappeared completely. It felt like something in his body had suddenly extended itself. Moving the extension, Terrain heard the faint sound of wings flapping as a soft breeze brushed his face.
Terrain moved his newly acquired wings and heard the flapping again. The void moved up further covering his wings, despite his efforts to free them. Screaming, Terrain frantically tried to get free from the blackness, but to no avail. Then he would hear the laughter. The dark, insidious laughter that always seemed to come from everywhere but nowhere at the same time. He could hear it until the last of the blackness crept up passed his ears, blocking out the hideous laughter. Then he would wake up screaming spending the rest of the night lying in bed trying to allay his fears.
The nightmares plagued him like clockwork every night. He had always had the nightmares and as far as he knew there was no way to stop from having them. The few doctors he had gone to had deduced that they were memories of his parent's death that had been too gruesome for his young mind to handle and were simply forgotten, only to show themselves in the nightly nightmares.
After his parents death he had been taken in by a group of mercenaries who found him near death lying in the street. They nursed him back to health and taught him how to fight in many ways used around the world. Even with his knowledge and skill in fighting he had retained a child like innocence until his thirteenth birthday. His life had been turned upside down on that fateful day:
TBC