Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lady Griever 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 277 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Don't own FF8, if I did, I wouldn't bother to finish college.
In Dreams
By Cailin-chan
Prologue
The soft glow of candlelight flitted across the room as the cool ocean breeze danced with the flames. Women dressed in flowing gowns, and men in extravagant suits filled the ballroom with carefree laughter and chatter. All the guest had come to the Masquerade Ball in hope of getting a small glimpse of their savior; the one that will finally bring peace to the world, and end the evil line of sorceresses. Required to wear masks to help protect their angel's identity from assassination by Sorceress supporters; colorful faces of animals, jesters, and more adorned the faces of all the visitors.
In the shadows, where the flames dare not tread, stood a man silently leaning up against the column. Masked in a silver lion head mask, with red horns protruding on the top; the man had slipped in quietly, unnoticed by all, and stood waiting, like a predator. He had came here just like the others; to finally see who this 'Angel' is.
Finally deciding to step out from the shadows, the lion began to prowl about the room, looking for his prey. The ocean breeze blew gently, caressing his brown hair lightly. Women began to approach him, smiling at him seductively, asking him to dance with them. But he just ignored them, letting his icy blue eyes tear through them, shattering their pride. He chuckled to himself quietly as they turned away, rejected. None of them simply compared to his queen's beauty.
Picking up a glass of champagne from the table, the stranger made his way over to the other side of the ballroom, closer to the dance floor. His queen had sent him out tonight, to kill the one that people referred to as 'Angel.' The Soul Angel to be more precise. Just like a sorceress, the Soul Angel is bestowed with the pure power of Hyne, but unlike a sorceress, she is not easily corrupted. And she is the one with the ability to finally end the sorceress line, meaning that she will kill his queen.
Taking a sip of the bitter liquid, he continued to wait for the Angel to appear. The only distinguishable feature the Soul Angel always had was a pair wings on her back. It wasn't like a tattoo; they only appeared when natural light hit them.
Suddenly he noticed another young woman start to make her way over to him. About to turn and walk away, the man stopped and watched as the blonde seemingly glided towards him. The stranger looked the approaching blonde over, noticing her simple white floor length dress that tied behind her neck, that sloped down low, revealing a little bit of her cleavage. He watched as her golden tresses fell in merry ringlets down her back, and stared in awe as the train of her dress floated behind her as she approached him.
Finally her ruby red lips parted, "You and I seem to be the only ones here without a partner," her sapphire blue eyes twinkled behind her white mask in the candlelight. "Dance with me?" The blonde held out her hand to him, and he stared it. Normally he would only get close to his queen. Every other woman he would push away and scorn. But with her.... He took the hand gently in his, and guided her out to the floor.
Noticing his uncertainty, she put his right hand on her left hip, her hand on his right shoulder, and grasped his hand in hers. Tapping her foot in beat with the song, she set off, guiding him carefully along the floor. Moving a little clumsily at first, they danced together, receiving some surprised looks from the women he had turned down earlier.
"Sorry," the man mumbled as he squashed a couple of her toes. He stopped and turned to walk away, embarrassed.
"Oh no you don't, my Lion," the blonde pulled him back and gave him a sincere smile.
Holding her close again, the two set off, finally dancing perfectly. At the end of the song, he twirled her outwards, and pulled her back in close to him. Their faces were mere inches away from one another, their breathes mingling together from the exertion of the dance. They both stared at each other, blue meeting blue, when overhead fireworks began to paint the night. Tearing their eyes from one another, they both gazed up at the display.
Suddenly he began to feel her pull away. "Sorry, I got to go my Lion," she smiled again, but this time her eyes seemed a little sad. Softly letting go of his hand, she turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd. But not without the knight noticing faint wings illuminated by the moon on her back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Entering his queen's chambers, the knight stopped at the foot of the massive bed, staring at the raven haired beauty that laid stretched out alluringly on the red silk sheets. Dressed only in a sheer black nightgown, that hid little to the imagination, the seductress began to slowly crawl to the edge of the bed.
"How was the grand ball tonight?" she purred as she reached up and kneeled in front of him. She began to untie the ribbons that kept his mask in place, and let it drop to the floor. Porcelain smooth features finally revealed themselves; fine and sculpted.
"Same as all of them," he replied as he felt her kiss his neck lightly. He breathed in heavily, trying to keep focus.
"Mmm, I never get to go to any dances," she continued to kiss his neck, as she pushed off his jacket, and began to unbutton his shirt. "Did you dance with any beautiful girls tonight?"
He paused. His blue eyes re-focusing. "No, of course not my queen. They pale in your comparison," he said trying to keep his voice clear, and unwavering. 'Does she know? Did she keep the mental link between us open?' the knight began to nervously wonder.
"Really? You're not lying," the black-haired enchantress stopped and raised herself to meet eye to eye with her knight. "Promise you're not lying," her chocolate brown eyes flashed a yellow amber.
"I promise," he stared back in her eyes, holding her hands to his chest. They continued to stare at each other for a few more moments, then she smiled, not like the smile from the blonde earlier, but something more mischievous.
"Were you able to kill the Soul Angel?" her eyes still glowing a dangerous gold.
"No. She didn't come to the ball as expected," the knight answered. Suddenly her eyes returned to the warm brown color that he loved, and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding.
Slowly she began to pull his shirt off his shoulders, and began to make little kissing patterns across his well-formed muscles. "Oh well," she sighed as she began to tug on his pants. "We'll just have to wait until next time," he felt his pants and his boxers fall to the floor.
She lightly pushed him onto the bed, and laid on top of his naked form. She pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Remember Griever, make her bleed." And she pushed her lips roughly against his lips.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soft crying could be heard coming from Commander Leonhart's room. Squall whimpered helplessly, tears streaked down his face as he twisted in his sweaty sheets.
"No, no," he sighed as thrashed about, fighting an unseen force. Suddenly, he sat up, and stared about the room. Breathing heavily, he realized it was all just a dream. Getting up from his bed, he walked over to his window and opened it.
The night was as cool and as clear as it was in his dream. 'Damn it,' Squall cursed silently to himself as he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. 'These dreams had been getting longer and longer since I escaped Time Compression.'
"But what does it all mean?" he asked and received no answer.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yup I'm not dead. Sorry about not updating my other story. I'm just sorta out of ideas. I know this story seems a little far fetched, but hey, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Let me know what you all think; and as for pairings, I haven't decided yet. So thanks for reading!
In Dreams
By Cailin-chan
Prologue
The soft glow of candlelight flitted across the room as the cool ocean breeze danced with the flames. Women dressed in flowing gowns, and men in extravagant suits filled the ballroom with carefree laughter and chatter. All the guest had come to the Masquerade Ball in hope of getting a small glimpse of their savior; the one that will finally bring peace to the world, and end the evil line of sorceresses. Required to wear masks to help protect their angel's identity from assassination by Sorceress supporters; colorful faces of animals, jesters, and more adorned the faces of all the visitors.
In the shadows, where the flames dare not tread, stood a man silently leaning up against the column. Masked in a silver lion head mask, with red horns protruding on the top; the man had slipped in quietly, unnoticed by all, and stood waiting, like a predator. He had came here just like the others; to finally see who this 'Angel' is.
Finally deciding to step out from the shadows, the lion began to prowl about the room, looking for his prey. The ocean breeze blew gently, caressing his brown hair lightly. Women began to approach him, smiling at him seductively, asking him to dance with them. But he just ignored them, letting his icy blue eyes tear through them, shattering their pride. He chuckled to himself quietly as they turned away, rejected. None of them simply compared to his queen's beauty.
Picking up a glass of champagne from the table, the stranger made his way over to the other side of the ballroom, closer to the dance floor. His queen had sent him out tonight, to kill the one that people referred to as 'Angel.' The Soul Angel to be more precise. Just like a sorceress, the Soul Angel is bestowed with the pure power of Hyne, but unlike a sorceress, she is not easily corrupted. And she is the one with the ability to finally end the sorceress line, meaning that she will kill his queen.
Taking a sip of the bitter liquid, he continued to wait for the Angel to appear. The only distinguishable feature the Soul Angel always had was a pair wings on her back. It wasn't like a tattoo; they only appeared when natural light hit them.
Suddenly he noticed another young woman start to make her way over to him. About to turn and walk away, the man stopped and watched as the blonde seemingly glided towards him. The stranger looked the approaching blonde over, noticing her simple white floor length dress that tied behind her neck, that sloped down low, revealing a little bit of her cleavage. He watched as her golden tresses fell in merry ringlets down her back, and stared in awe as the train of her dress floated behind her as she approached him.
Finally her ruby red lips parted, "You and I seem to be the only ones here without a partner," her sapphire blue eyes twinkled behind her white mask in the candlelight. "Dance with me?" The blonde held out her hand to him, and he stared it. Normally he would only get close to his queen. Every other woman he would push away and scorn. But with her.... He took the hand gently in his, and guided her out to the floor.
Noticing his uncertainty, she put his right hand on her left hip, her hand on his right shoulder, and grasped his hand in hers. Tapping her foot in beat with the song, she set off, guiding him carefully along the floor. Moving a little clumsily at first, they danced together, receiving some surprised looks from the women he had turned down earlier.
"Sorry," the man mumbled as he squashed a couple of her toes. He stopped and turned to walk away, embarrassed.
"Oh no you don't, my Lion," the blonde pulled him back and gave him a sincere smile.
Holding her close again, the two set off, finally dancing perfectly. At the end of the song, he twirled her outwards, and pulled her back in close to him. Their faces were mere inches away from one another, their breathes mingling together from the exertion of the dance. They both stared at each other, blue meeting blue, when overhead fireworks began to paint the night. Tearing their eyes from one another, they both gazed up at the display.
Suddenly he began to feel her pull away. "Sorry, I got to go my Lion," she smiled again, but this time her eyes seemed a little sad. Softly letting go of his hand, she turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd. But not without the knight noticing faint wings illuminated by the moon on her back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Entering his queen's chambers, the knight stopped at the foot of the massive bed, staring at the raven haired beauty that laid stretched out alluringly on the red silk sheets. Dressed only in a sheer black nightgown, that hid little to the imagination, the seductress began to slowly crawl to the edge of the bed.
"How was the grand ball tonight?" she purred as she reached up and kneeled in front of him. She began to untie the ribbons that kept his mask in place, and let it drop to the floor. Porcelain smooth features finally revealed themselves; fine and sculpted.
"Same as all of them," he replied as he felt her kiss his neck lightly. He breathed in heavily, trying to keep focus.
"Mmm, I never get to go to any dances," she continued to kiss his neck, as she pushed off his jacket, and began to unbutton his shirt. "Did you dance with any beautiful girls tonight?"
He paused. His blue eyes re-focusing. "No, of course not my queen. They pale in your comparison," he said trying to keep his voice clear, and unwavering. 'Does she know? Did she keep the mental link between us open?' the knight began to nervously wonder.
"Really? You're not lying," the black-haired enchantress stopped and raised herself to meet eye to eye with her knight. "Promise you're not lying," her chocolate brown eyes flashed a yellow amber.
"I promise," he stared back in her eyes, holding her hands to his chest. They continued to stare at each other for a few more moments, then she smiled, not like the smile from the blonde earlier, but something more mischievous.
"Were you able to kill the Soul Angel?" her eyes still glowing a dangerous gold.
"No. She didn't come to the ball as expected," the knight answered. Suddenly her eyes returned to the warm brown color that he loved, and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding.
Slowly she began to pull his shirt off his shoulders, and began to make little kissing patterns across his well-formed muscles. "Oh well," she sighed as she began to tug on his pants. "We'll just have to wait until next time," he felt his pants and his boxers fall to the floor.
She lightly pushed him onto the bed, and laid on top of his naked form. She pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Remember Griever, make her bleed." And she pushed her lips roughly against his lips.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soft crying could be heard coming from Commander Leonhart's room. Squall whimpered helplessly, tears streaked down his face as he twisted in his sweaty sheets.
"No, no," he sighed as thrashed about, fighting an unseen force. Suddenly, he sat up, and stared about the room. Breathing heavily, he realized it was all just a dream. Getting up from his bed, he walked over to his window and opened it.
The night was as cool and as clear as it was in his dream. 'Damn it,' Squall cursed silently to himself as he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. 'These dreams had been getting longer and longer since I escaped Time Compression.'
"But what does it all mean?" he asked and received no answer.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yup I'm not dead. Sorry about not updating my other story. I'm just sorta out of ideas. I know this story seems a little far fetched, but hey, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Let me know what you all think; and as for pairings, I haven't decided yet. So thanks for reading!