My first submission. :D
I'm not really good at making dramas, the only thing compelling me to write a story for this game is that it's very enigmatic. The thought of a whole new different Final Fantasy (the fact that it has gore and that it's dark makes it different, and is making me all giddy X3).
I'm still a novice when it comes to writing stories so, forgive me if you might find them odd or weird.
And english is not my mother language, mind you.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy Versus XIII belongs to Square Enix. :)
Chapter 1: Prelude to a new Fantasy.
"...I'm sure you'll grow up to be a fine man, my child..."
DRIP. DRIP.
An old-aged man stands near a ceruclean- haired boy who was sitting near a fireplace.
"It's raining again, it's been like this for three days now," the old man remarked.
"..."
The boy just sat there staring at the warm fires in the fireplace, his eyes expressionless and unresponsive.
DRIP. DRIP.
"Young master?", the old man asked the boy.
"..."
Nothing. The boy just continued to focus his eyes on the flames.
"Are you feeling cold?"
"..."
He still said nothing, but he shook his head as an answer so as to show respect for the old man and his worries.
"Would you like some hot cocoa?"
"Gilbert", the boy finally spoke, but was still facing the fireplace." Thank you for your concern. But I think all I need is some time alone."
"But young sir, you haven't eaten a single meal that the maids have been serving you for three days now", the old man spoke with a tone similar to a concerned father's.
"I'm not hungry."
"But-"
"Please, leave me be." the boy said, his voice now pleading.
Gilbert, the young boy's old butler, lowered his head a little, looking a bit hesitant but nodded his head and gave in to his young master's request.
"If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call for me and the maids, alright young master Noctis?"
Noctis, just nodded his head, not averting his eyes on anything else but the firewood burning to ashes.
"Excuse me young master, I shall be taking my leave now."
Gilbert bowed and exited through two large doors in Noctis' private quarters, leaving the boy in deep thought.
DRIP. DRIP.
The sound of raindrops as they splashed on the window panes and the crackling sound of the fires consuming the firewood were the only noises that could be heard in Noctis' large room. Other than those two, silence dominated that area.
DRIP. DRIP.
Noctis hugged his legs close to his body, his eyes still fixed at the dancing flames in front of him.
"It's been like this for three days now..."
Gilbert had said that earlier.
Yes, it's been three days.
"Three days...since mother died." Noctis just muttered to himself.
DRIP. DRIP.
Tears started to form in his expressionless eyes, which he quickly wiped with a white handkerchief he took out from his pocket. He paused for a brief moment to glance at the small cloth in his hand and noticed the right-end corner of that handkerchief. There were three letters embroidered beautifully.
N.L.C
Noctis Lucis Caelum. The initials of his name. The handkerchief was given by his dear mother before that fateful incident happened, before his mother "died", before he was exposed to the cruelty of the world that he lived, and before he began seeing a special "light" not visible to the people around him, a light that only he could see.
He took a glance at the large window pane in his room, and there it was.
Etro's light.
Or the curse, as it is more known in common folklore.
He held his grip tighter on the small piece of cloth and drew his legs nearer to his body, it seemed as if he was crying.
"Let not hatred or anger consume you, my dear child. Everything has its purpose. That purpose just needs a bit more time to be discovered."
"I knew I shouldn't have asked mother about that stupid myth," Noctis, the boy, mumbled before he proceeded to cry himself to sleep. Before he closed his eyes for slumber, he thought he heard a faint voice said:
Your journey has yet to start, young boy.
Then, everything went pitch black.
chapter 1- end
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