What's up, people! This is just one of the ideas that crept into my head as i was playing Dissidia: Final Fantasy. I've never written anything before, so i hope you all like! If you do then comment me please :) It's good for the confidence :D
Part One - Some Days are strange.
Our story begins with a boy, a young knight who saved his world once, and is now called upon again to defend all existence. This is unknown to him at this time, for his journey is just beginning. We join him at the start. The beginning of all things and, if he fails, the end.
"Agh!" Emerald eyes shot open. The boy who owned them sat bolt upright and immediately winced at the pain in his back. Struggling to his feet, he scanned his surroundings, keeping a hand locked around the sword on his belt. The landscape was unfamiliar and he had certainly never been there before. He was in a vast field, surrounded by forrests so dense that nothing could be seen past the huge tree trunks but pure darkness. Wincing, the boy looked up at the sky and felt a knot in his stomach.
"I've never seen storm clouds as dark as these." He murmered to himself as he stared up at the black clouds that covered every inch of sky for miles around. His attention on the skies was broken when the absurd nature of his predicament became apparant to him. "Where is this? How did i get here? I was with Ingus, then...nothing." Immediately, the knight felt concern for his friend, who was nowhere to be seen. "Ingus!" He shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth like a tube. No response. He started to panic, eyes wildly searching the clearing he was in. They fell upon an enormous oak that stood in the centre of the clearing. due to the fact it looked like it was going to rain, he started to walk over to the large tree, not paying attention to his surroundings.
"Don't move!" A cold, sharp blade was pressed against the soft flesh of the young boy's neck, who froze, eyes wide and scared. He tried to tilt his head to see who was holding it, but was rewarded with it being pressed into his neck slightly. "I said don't move!" A young, male voice ordered. The boy's mind started racing.
"He's a bit older than me, by about 5 years or so." The boy analysed his antagonist's voice, "and he's scared." A small smile crept up the side of the boy's face. Suddenly, he ducked under the blade in an impressive display of athletics, drawing his own as he did so. The attacker gasped and backstepped to avoid any possible counter attack from the boy, who had spun round to face him, sword drawn, eyes locked on his. The boy analysed how his opponent had moved after he broke free of his blade. "He's good." He was sure he was right, he was a genius, after all. His attacker had a second sword, but he didn't hold them as convention dictates. Instead he held them as knives. The boy recognised this as a sure sign of skill, so he wasn't going to take any chances. He settled into a combat stance and locked eyes with the older boy. His concentration faultered for a split second when he saw what looked like a tail sweep round from behind his opponent. Before he knew it, the older boy had charged him, taking advantage of the opening. The boy gasped and blocked a precise strike at his head, before using the older's own strength to throw him. Unfazed, the older twisted through the air and landed on his feet, before setting into a combat stance again. This guy was really good.
"Why d'you bring me here? Send me back!" The older boy shouted. The younger looked confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I don't even know why i'm here!" He replied as the two circled each other, blades ready.
"Don't lie to me! I don't know how you got me here but send me back!" The younger boy took a chance and lowered his sword.
"I didn't bring you here! I don't know why i'm here either. I just sort of...woke up here. Do you know where we are?" The older seemed reluctant to lower his guard despite the younger doing so. "Please, lower your weapons." There was a silence as the tailed boy stared him down, before sighing and putting his swords away. The distant rumble of thunder could be heard as the two stood in silence, both unwilling to get closer. Suddenly, and completely by surprise, the older spoke.
"I'm Zidane Tribal." He nodded at the younger, who was still shocked by this sudden shift in demeanour.
"M-my name's Luneth. It's n-nice to meet you." He imediately winced "What did you say that for!" He thought. Zidane smiled.
"You always say that to people who try to kill you?" He chuckled. Luneth smiled, feeling calmed by the different person who now stood before him.
"Well, you weren't trying to kill me, Zidane. I could tell." Luneth smiled. Zidane was impressed.
"This kid is impressive." Zidane thought. He was pulled from his thoughts by a droplet of rain landing on his nose. He recoiled slightly and his tail wrapped around one of his legs. Luneth stared at this in interest.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Zidane nodded towards the tree.
"Let's get some shelter. Then maybe we could figure out what's going on." He said, ignoring the question. Luneth nodded and followed him to the centre of the clearing, by which time the rain had got heavier. The two ran to the tree and took shelter under its vast canopy. At this proximity, Luneth could understand why zidane had a tail. It was hard to explain but he didn't seem human, yet he didn't seem animal. The two stood in a rather uncomfortable silence, looking out across the rain-soaked clearing until Zidane sat down and rested his back against the tree. Seeing this, Luneth followed suit.
"So, any ideas on where this place is?" Luneth asked, trying not to get distracted by zidane's tail, which was swaying next to him. Zidane shook his head and brushed some of his hair out his eyes.
"I get the feeling," He looked over at luneth. "that this is the start of something big." Luneth didn't quite understand what he meant, but he knew how he felt; something was telling him that this was the beginning of something. He was distracted from his thoughts by something tickling his neck, like a drop of water running down it. He casually ran his hand over his neck to wipe it off and winced at the surprising amount of pain he felt. He drew his and away and looked at it, to see it was covered in blood. Zidane must've cut his neck when he crept up on him earlier. Zidane saw this and shifted so he was facing Luneth. "A-are you hurt?" Luneth hid his hand behind his back.
"n-no, i-" Suddenly he felt Zidane's fingers creeping accross the soft flesh of his neck.
"I'm sorry Luneth." He seemed genuinely upset by this. "I didn't mean to hurt you, i-" Luneth drew back a bit and locked eyes with Zidane.
"Don't worry about it, we were enemies then." Zidane smiled and rose to his feet, walking over to the boundary of the tree's cover from the rain. He stuck his hand out and cupped it. Luneth watched him with interest, noting how his tail was swirling around behind him like a serpent. Zidane turned and Luneth averted his gaze. He walked over to the younger boy and knelt down infront of him, rubbing the water on his neck.
"Here" zidane smiled. Luneth couldn't help but stare at the older boy. If he were to choose a word to describe him it would be handsome. Surprised at his own thoughgts, Luneth blushed slightly, which went unnoticed by Zidane, who withdrew his hand and sat next to the young boy, staring out across the clearing again. The two sat in silence for awhile, listening to the rain beating against the saturated ground.
"Thanks." Luneth said, breaking the silence. Zidane turned his head and smiled, not saying anything. Luneth smiled back and rested back against the tree. Neither of them knew it yet, but they had the longest of journeys ahead of them. They had only just started.
So what did you think? I hope you liked it! Please let me know so i know weather to continue or not ^^ Thanks for reading everyone :)