Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII: Reverie ❯ Rubedo ( Chapter 27 )
***WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD ATTEMPTED SUICIDE! PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CONTENTS BELOW FOCUS ON PURELY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND THEIR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ARE NOT THOSE OF THE AUTHOR***
Timal awakens to abandonment. In an attempt to make sense of it all he finds that nothing is as it was.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 12.09.2006 | Updated On: 08.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 412 | Visits: 203 | Status: Work In Progress
Think that you are present everywhere: in the sea, on earth and in heaven; think that you were never born and that you are still in the embryonic state: young and old, dead and in the hereafter. - The Corpus Hermeticum
He awoke in the darkness of the tent and glanced around for only a brief moment at his sleeping comrades. It was hard to drag himself off the wobbly cot but he was determined. His muscular legs had a hard time straightening underneath his weight but they managed. Walking wasn't nearly as hard as he had expected. Slowly, he pushed away a flap and exited. The brightness of the sun reflecting off the sand made his eyes sting but he did not feel like blocking it-his arms refused to be raised that far.
His right foot was the first to feel the scorching hot sand then his left. Timal stood tall and raised his arms straight above his head, despite the nagging muscles, and then he leveled them horizontally and began to twist his torso. From what he was told by other "surviving" SOLDIERs, he should not have been able to even stand.
"Hmmmph." He flexed his arms and watched the sets of biceps and triceps cause his dark brown skin to shimmer. When he had decided to keep his muscles tight and release his hands, did a twinge of pain force him to work another body part.
Slowly, he bent at the waist and drove his fists out in front of him and into the white sand. With a forceful launch he was off and running.
The wind against his naked body, the spray of sand from his toes as they dug it up and pushed it out, his hair being forced out as his hands pulled at the air to drive him even faster forward-it was all an exhilarating experience. He closed his eyes to meet the new rush until he felt the texture of the sand change. The ocean was fast approaching but he refused to let it stop him.
His running never broke as he entered water up to his knees-even the waves crashing into him posed no threat. It was just then, when the salty spray of the waves filled his nose, when he raised his arms again above his head and dove into the water-that he felt alive again.