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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 4:23 pm
Contents Notes: Any completed works of mine I'll put here. You can all read how amateurish a writer I am. And yes those typo's and Grammatical errors are a part of my writing. Always had problems with those. That's why I'll never make a career out of writing. That and I'm a slow, lazy writer too. Or Writer's Block as I like to call it. xd Page 1Title: It's not What you Think Fandom: Final Fantasy Chapters: 1 Status: Complete
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 4:43 pm
Author: This is old, and was never really editted. In fact one of my first attempts at writing. It's not what you think
- Characters taken from Final Fantasy
It was old ruinous castle, last inhabitated by mortal man an aeon ago. The turrets were crumbled beyond recognision, no more then like stumps of felled trees. The battlement walls themselves gaped huge holes in their sides, having been destroyed by gunpowder stoked cannons. The drawbridge was now meerly nothing but firewood, laying wasted and broken at the entrance. What remained of the moat was but a dried up bog with bugs and insects lazily flying above it, dipping into the green and murky grunge, the stench unpalatable to the human senses.
Leading up to this deserted and decrepid old fort was a concrete laid path with mudcake holes from missing and torn bricks, untended and misused. Forests surrounded the place, dark and ominous, where strange beasts creeped and lurked and strange lights traveled.
This place had been unlived in for so long that no-one new its name or its origins or even who once walked its hallowed halls. Rumours abounded of hauntings, ghosts and spirits supposidly been seen through the shattered windows. It was said these phantoms were once ancient warriors who died protecting the fort when enemy armies stormed them, slashing and cutting through the protectors like branches. No-one dared enter here, they were too scared.
The mysterious lights from the forest began to shine, dipping in and out of the foliage, low to the ground, they cut through the darkness eerily. Soon what began as one or two soon became a swarm, flitting about slowly but with some strange certainty. Soon the glows set a path wandering in the direction of the castle, their directions clear as if the lights had a life of their own and were drawn to the castle as a moth to a flame.
Shadows danced under the moonlight and the common nightly sounds began to drift of. A figure bent and cloaked in brown emerged from the forest, one of the lights that walked in the dark held in a green coloured hand, the source a small lantern. Sticking out above the cloak was a smooth rounded head made of the same green colouring of the hand, two beady yellow eyes looking out lazily. In the odd creatures other hand was a dagger, silver, shiny and sharp. Both hands held their objects laxly,as the creature moved on short stubby legs hidden by the cloak. Soon many other similar beings immerged from the woods, similarly garbed. Each individual making its way towards the fort, the journey easy and relaxed.
In the castle something moved.
Slowly but surely the little green creatures made their way into the castle and creeped up the rocky stairs, thier little feet making no sound whatsoever, the tiny glow from their lanterns showing the way.
{ COME! }
Each being paused, cocking their heads to one side listening to the voice that command them. All were bound to the owner, they obeyed willingly.
Waiting deep in the bowels of the castle another Tonberry waited, larger, taller and more powerful then the others, it waited for their arrival. Upon its brow it held a crown, denoting its royal status. The first of the smaller ones arrived in the large ballroom and bowed on its stubby little legs at the great one before it, the king of its kind, the king of the Tonberries.
Soon the large room was filled with the creatures and each settled in its silence awaiting for the king to begin.
{ Welcome my people }
The king boomed, its voice only in the mind but clear and concise.
{ It is time once again for us to do our duty } The Tonberries nodded their heads in unison, in the same way they did everything else, slowly.
{ Gather all and listen carefully. The time is at hand once more. You must be prepared to journey onwards. }
Eagerness crept into their usually soft, empty eyes. Once more they were going into the unknown and were eager for what awaited them.
From back in the shadowed corner of the hall a timorous yellow light began to glow. All eyes fixed onto the it. At first it was a meer glow, insubstantial, gradually it grew in size, taking shape into something defined. A form became apparent in the soft beam, a rectangular shape showed itself before settling into a small door shape, no handle and contrasting starkly with the gloom.
{ The holy light has revealed itself. It is now time for you all to go} The king said.
The first of many shuffled its way to the now revealed door of pure light. Its eyes reflecting the glow. Cautiously it put a tentative hand out, a smile slowly creasing its normally placid face as it felt the light react. Then with complete disbandanment it shuffled through.
Time passed before each one went through the door until finally only the great and powerful king remained.
{ Do well in your duty }
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The lantern was dimmed to a meer flicker, shadows danced across the walls and the faint whisper of sleeping breath could be heard. Slowly the Tonberry made its way forward, its cloak swishing in time with the sleeper. It made its way towards a bed that sat in a darkened room, the current resident turning restlessly.
The Tonberry cocked its head in the fashion of a dog and watched intently with its beady little eyes at the person on the bed. Slowly it raised its hand that did not hold the lantern and reached towards the persons head, with long honed instinct even in dreamless slumber, they moved their head away and murmered. It closed in and with steady well practiced skill reached beneath the pillow and plucked from it a carefully wrapped tissue.
The Tonberry shuffled away, the sleeper relaxing once more. It opened its hand where the tissue rested on its green flecked palm and unwrapped it revealing a small delicate tooth. In turn the Tonberry replaced it with a coin that had come from the chambers of the King and with uncanny speed put the tissue back under the pillow. Its job done the Tonberry made its way to the door of the room and passed through as if it were a ghost.
All was still once more.
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