Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ 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: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Completed
In Dreams
Chapter 1
Rinoa Heartilly massaged her left temple gently, trying to maintain concentration on her history book. Having decided to become a full pledged SeeD, she gained permission to study at Balamb Garden to become a mercenary. Though some SeeDs were worried that she may become a threat in the future because she is a sorceress, Headmaster Cid had let her start training anyway.
Another huge shock to the Garden was the re-admittance of one Seifer Almasy. The cocky, arrogant ex-sorceress' knight was allowed to return when his old mistress finally convinced Headmaster Cid of his innocence. Proclaiming that both she and Seifer were under the control of Ultimecia, Cid finally agreed though with much protest from Squall. So just like Seifer, Rinoa was trying to prove the entire world wrong - that she was not just a dumb, helpless princess, always needing help and protection; but a strong young woman who can stand for herself.
'I'll show them,' Rinoa thought as she sipped her cup of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. Putting her cup back down, Rinoa continued to read from where she left off.
'The line of sorceresses can be traced back to the ancient reign of Hyne. Many believe that Hyne had originally created the sorceresses to help and guide the new human race. But with the progression of mankind and their growing pride, man sought to harness the power of the sorceresses for their own use, causing a war between them.' Rinoa carefully highlighted the last part of the paragraph to remind herself to remember it for her exam tomorrow.
'However, mankind was still too helpless against the sorceresses' powers. Slowly, the human race was being annihilated. To stop the sorceresses, Hyne then created a Soul Angel, one pure being bestowed with his power. If she is able to defeat the sorceress, the sorceress' power would transfer to the Angel instead of another girl, thus stopping the creation of a new sorceress. Eventually, only one sorceress remained, but....'
"Boring!" Rinoa cried out as she shut her book. Stretching a little, and holding a hand up to cover up her loud yawn, she stood up and dumped her history book on the floor.
"Stupid subject. Why in Hyne's name do we have learn about the past?" Flopping herself face down into her pillow, Rinoa turned over and stared at a poster on her wall.
'Garden Precepts: Work Hard, Study Hard, Play Hard.' Rinoa smiled a little at that last one. 'That's one I'm sure in the mood to do right now.' Standing up from her bed again, Rinoa quickly ran a brush through her black hair. She hadn't been able to spend some time with her Squally lately; especially with both of them so busy. Rinoa with her studies, and Squall with his work, but now it was time for some late night fun. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, a mischievous smile spread across her face, and she quietly left her dorm room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
He knew she was here, he could sense her presence, almost feel her. For a couple of months now he had been in search of the Angel. Traveling from country to country, seeking her - yet hoping he would never find her. But now he couldn't put it off any longer for his queen was becoming angry with him.
Shrill cries of pain and shouts of mercy echoed around him as he walked through the burning village. The man simply called "Griever" had led an attack against an isolated village on the continent of Centra, with orders to leave no one alive. The smell of wood and burning flesh permeated the dark night air. Looking about him, he saw one of his men plunge their spears into the back of a helpless elderly woman. Turning away sharply, Griever walked on with his hand ready on the hilt of his gunblade.
Rounding a corner, he came across two children, huddled together, no older than eight years old. His steel blue eyes looked them over carefully as the girl cried into her brother's shoulder.
"Don't you dare come closer!" The boy boldly shouted as he picked up a broken sword that laid discarded on the bloodied ground. About to leave the children alone, an arrow suddenly shot through the air, piercing the young boy cleanly through the neck.
Griever stood there shocked, breathing in deeply, as he watched the little girl bend down and hug her brother's dead body close to hers. The rumble of the fires, the metal clangs of weapons clashing, the crack of bones; all became muffled in his ears. Turning around in sudden fury, Griever pulled out his gunblade and slashed the boy's murderer, one of his own warriors, in half.
Still crouching and breathing deeply, Griever plunged his blade in the ground and leaned on it heavily. This world, this nightmare was not what he wanted. His queen told him a few sacrifices would have to made to return the world to it's previous heavenly paradise. To re-create the perfect world free of human pain and suffering that existed before the great clash between men and sorceresses.
"To achieve peace and happiness, man must serve penance for his crimes," he recalled his Sorceress telling him. At the time it made sense. Man brought about their own pain and suffering, and need to redeem themselves for their betrayal.
"But is it worth it all?" Griever looked up as he heard a familiar voice above him. Kneeling down next to him he saw the Soul Angel, wearing the same white dress, and still hiding her identity behind a white mask.
Standing up, Griever noticed that everything was still - the dancing flames, cries of pain silenced, everyone and everything seemed to have stopped. Time was standing still.
"So will more death and pain bring back a world of peace?" the Soul Angel asked as she finally removed her mask. Light of the full moon revealed smooth fine features, innocent blue eyes framed by feathery eyelashes, and rosy cheeks.
"No...it wouldn't," Griever gulped and looked away. The Angel smiled at his answer. Slowly around them a light breeze blew the fires out, and the world came back to life.
"I should introduce myself finally. I'm Quistis," she bowed slightly. "And you my lion are Griever, the Sorceress' knight."
"Squall," he said softly.
"Squall?" she asked surprised, as he took her right hand in his.
"That is the name my mother called me. Griever is the name my queen gave me," he answered as he kissed her hand. Suddenly a blade was thrust mere inches away from his face. With quick reflexes, Griever rolled away, and held his gunblade ready.
Next to Quistis stood a tall muscular man with blonde hair, and the most arrogant jade green eyes. "Get away from her you dog!" the blonde man cried as he protectively pushed Quistis behind him.
Griever looked around him to call some of his men over to fight off this attacker, but saw that they were all dead. "Easy pickings," the jade eyed man smirked.
"Stop Seifer!" Quistis pulled on his arm. He shook her hold off of him easily.
"Don't you realize that this is the Sorceress' knight?!" Seifer pointed at Griever with his gunblade. "This is the man that is sent out to kill you. It is my duty as your Guardian to protect you, and to kill him and the Sorceress first before they can get to you." Griever's eyes narrowed slightly.
"That is if I don't kill you first," Griever roared as he charged at the Guardian. Gunblade versus gunblade, metal against metal continued to clash as the forgotten Angel begged from them to stop.
Griever continued to charge viciously at his enemy, but Seifer continued to block with his blade. Suddenly a bright flash of light blinded Griever, and knocked him to ground. Dizzy and still stunned, Griever only could watch as Seifer smirked, then swung his gunblade, and slashed his face. His vision was blurred by the blood that ran down the gash, but still was able smoothly slice Seifer's face in return, then blacked out.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Rinoa stood outside of Squall's dorm, leaning against his door. After knocking for several minutes, she gave up and was going to turn to leave when she heard quiet muffled weeping. Through the door she heard him thrash about his bed, as though he was being attacked.
"Squall," Rinoa whispered, as she softly knocked again on his door. "Open the door." Hearing no response from inside, Rinoa stood outside and listened until Squall finally became quiet.
"Oh no, it's already almost 4:30am," Rinoa whispered to herself as she stood up from her spot beside the door. "At least he's not crying anymore," Rinoa looked one last time at the door, and returned to her room to catch a couple of hours of sleep before her exam. But promised to herself to find out what Squall was dreaming about.
And further down, in the female dormitories, Quistis gasped as she woke up suddenly from her dream.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Whoa! I updated! I'm surprised with myself, if only I could update my other story as well. Oh well! Anyhow, I decided to just to call the characters in the dream world by their original names instead of something different. It would just be easier that way. But I might continue to call Squall 'Griever.' As for the pairing, it really isn't decided yet. Yes, I admit I'm a die hard quall fan, but lately I've been convinced that Seiftis pairings aren't bad either. Which leads me to Emily Scissorhands' question. A "Quall" is a Quistis and Squall pairing.
Special thanks to Lady Penguin for the kind reviews, and to Dark Phoenix for pestering me to start writing again (though it's not the original fic you wanted. Sorry). But hugs and kisses to all for the encouraging reviews, you guys just make me feel so loved =)
Chapter 1
Rinoa Heartilly massaged her left temple gently, trying to maintain concentration on her history book. Having decided to become a full pledged SeeD, she gained permission to study at Balamb Garden to become a mercenary. Though some SeeDs were worried that she may become a threat in the future because she is a sorceress, Headmaster Cid had let her start training anyway.
Another huge shock to the Garden was the re-admittance of one Seifer Almasy. The cocky, arrogant ex-sorceress' knight was allowed to return when his old mistress finally convinced Headmaster Cid of his innocence. Proclaiming that both she and Seifer were under the control of Ultimecia, Cid finally agreed though with much protest from Squall. So just like Seifer, Rinoa was trying to prove the entire world wrong - that she was not just a dumb, helpless princess, always needing help and protection; but a strong young woman who can stand for herself.
'I'll show them,' Rinoa thought as she sipped her cup of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. Putting her cup back down, Rinoa continued to read from where she left off.
'The line of sorceresses can be traced back to the ancient reign of Hyne. Many believe that Hyne had originally created the sorceresses to help and guide the new human race. But with the progression of mankind and their growing pride, man sought to harness the power of the sorceresses for their own use, causing a war between them.' Rinoa carefully highlighted the last part of the paragraph to remind herself to remember it for her exam tomorrow.
'However, mankind was still too helpless against the sorceresses' powers. Slowly, the human race was being annihilated. To stop the sorceresses, Hyne then created a Soul Angel, one pure being bestowed with his power. If she is able to defeat the sorceress, the sorceress' power would transfer to the Angel instead of another girl, thus stopping the creation of a new sorceress. Eventually, only one sorceress remained, but....'
"Boring!" Rinoa cried out as she shut her book. Stretching a little, and holding a hand up to cover up her loud yawn, she stood up and dumped her history book on the floor.
"Stupid subject. Why in Hyne's name do we have learn about the past?" Flopping herself face down into her pillow, Rinoa turned over and stared at a poster on her wall.
'Garden Precepts: Work Hard, Study Hard, Play Hard.' Rinoa smiled a little at that last one. 'That's one I'm sure in the mood to do right now.' Standing up from her bed again, Rinoa quickly ran a brush through her black hair. She hadn't been able to spend some time with her Squally lately; especially with both of them so busy. Rinoa with her studies, and Squall with his work, but now it was time for some late night fun. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, a mischievous smile spread across her face, and she quietly left her dorm room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
He knew she was here, he could sense her presence, almost feel her. For a couple of months now he had been in search of the Angel. Traveling from country to country, seeking her - yet hoping he would never find her. But now he couldn't put it off any longer for his queen was becoming angry with him.
Shrill cries of pain and shouts of mercy echoed around him as he walked through the burning village. The man simply called "Griever" had led an attack against an isolated village on the continent of Centra, with orders to leave no one alive. The smell of wood and burning flesh permeated the dark night air. Looking about him, he saw one of his men plunge their spears into the back of a helpless elderly woman. Turning away sharply, Griever walked on with his hand ready on the hilt of his gunblade.
Rounding a corner, he came across two children, huddled together, no older than eight years old. His steel blue eyes looked them over carefully as the girl cried into her brother's shoulder.
"Don't you dare come closer!" The boy boldly shouted as he picked up a broken sword that laid discarded on the bloodied ground. About to leave the children alone, an arrow suddenly shot through the air, piercing the young boy cleanly through the neck.
Griever stood there shocked, breathing in deeply, as he watched the little girl bend down and hug her brother's dead body close to hers. The rumble of the fires, the metal clangs of weapons clashing, the crack of bones; all became muffled in his ears. Turning around in sudden fury, Griever pulled out his gunblade and slashed the boy's murderer, one of his own warriors, in half.
Still crouching and breathing deeply, Griever plunged his blade in the ground and leaned on it heavily. This world, this nightmare was not what he wanted. His queen told him a few sacrifices would have to made to return the world to it's previous heavenly paradise. To re-create the perfect world free of human pain and suffering that existed before the great clash between men and sorceresses.
"To achieve peace and happiness, man must serve penance for his crimes," he recalled his Sorceress telling him. At the time it made sense. Man brought about their own pain and suffering, and need to redeem themselves for their betrayal.
"But is it worth it all?" Griever looked up as he heard a familiar voice above him. Kneeling down next to him he saw the Soul Angel, wearing the same white dress, and still hiding her identity behind a white mask.
Standing up, Griever noticed that everything was still - the dancing flames, cries of pain silenced, everyone and everything seemed to have stopped. Time was standing still.
"So will more death and pain bring back a world of peace?" the Soul Angel asked as she finally removed her mask. Light of the full moon revealed smooth fine features, innocent blue eyes framed by feathery eyelashes, and rosy cheeks.
"No...it wouldn't," Griever gulped and looked away. The Angel smiled at his answer. Slowly around them a light breeze blew the fires out, and the world came back to life.
"I should introduce myself finally. I'm Quistis," she bowed slightly. "And you my lion are Griever, the Sorceress' knight."
"Squall," he said softly.
"Squall?" she asked surprised, as he took her right hand in his.
"That is the name my mother called me. Griever is the name my queen gave me," he answered as he kissed her hand. Suddenly a blade was thrust mere inches away from his face. With quick reflexes, Griever rolled away, and held his gunblade ready.
Next to Quistis stood a tall muscular man with blonde hair, and the most arrogant jade green eyes. "Get away from her you dog!" the blonde man cried as he protectively pushed Quistis behind him.
Griever looked around him to call some of his men over to fight off this attacker, but saw that they were all dead. "Easy pickings," the jade eyed man smirked.
"Stop Seifer!" Quistis pulled on his arm. He shook her hold off of him easily.
"Don't you realize that this is the Sorceress' knight?!" Seifer pointed at Griever with his gunblade. "This is the man that is sent out to kill you. It is my duty as your Guardian to protect you, and to kill him and the Sorceress first before they can get to you." Griever's eyes narrowed slightly.
"That is if I don't kill you first," Griever roared as he charged at the Guardian. Gunblade versus gunblade, metal against metal continued to clash as the forgotten Angel begged from them to stop.
Griever continued to charge viciously at his enemy, but Seifer continued to block with his blade. Suddenly a bright flash of light blinded Griever, and knocked him to ground. Dizzy and still stunned, Griever only could watch as Seifer smirked, then swung his gunblade, and slashed his face. His vision was blurred by the blood that ran down the gash, but still was able smoothly slice Seifer's face in return, then blacked out.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Rinoa stood outside of Squall's dorm, leaning against his door. After knocking for several minutes, she gave up and was going to turn to leave when she heard quiet muffled weeping. Through the door she heard him thrash about his bed, as though he was being attacked.
"Squall," Rinoa whispered, as she softly knocked again on his door. "Open the door." Hearing no response from inside, Rinoa stood outside and listened until Squall finally became quiet.
"Oh no, it's already almost 4:30am," Rinoa whispered to herself as she stood up from her spot beside the door. "At least he's not crying anymore," Rinoa looked one last time at the door, and returned to her room to catch a couple of hours of sleep before her exam. But promised to herself to find out what Squall was dreaming about.
And further down, in the female dormitories, Quistis gasped as she woke up suddenly from her dream.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Whoa! I updated! I'm surprised with myself, if only I could update my other story as well. Oh well! Anyhow, I decided to just to call the characters in the dream world by their original names instead of something different. It would just be easier that way. But I might continue to call Squall 'Griever.' As for the pairing, it really isn't decided yet. Yes, I admit I'm a die hard quall fan, but lately I've been convinced that Seiftis pairings aren't bad either. Which leads me to Emily Scissorhands' question. A "Quall" is a Quistis and Squall pairing.
Special thanks to Lady Penguin for the kind reviews, and to Dark Phoenix for pestering me to start writing again (though it's not the original fic you wanted. Sorry). But hugs and kisses to all for the encouraging reviews, you guys just make me feel so loved =)