Torn By Two Knights


Seifer glanced up at the dark sky which revealed a swarm of ominous clouds. It was going to rain soon. Without further distractions, Seifer tightened his grip on the hilt of the gunblade and thrusted his mighty Hyperion into a large boulder, demolishing it into bits. Swinging the blade again, he strucked another structure of stones. The area near the Fire Cavern was his favorite place to train. He didn't know why he still needed training. After all, Ultimecia was annihilated and the world was safe again......but just in case.

This area was also the battle ground of him and Squall's first duel. He remembered that day well.

Rivals...thats what we'll always be

The horde of rain now began pouring down madly as a lightning bolt streaked across the sky but Seifer refused to seek shelter. His trench coat and the rest of his outfit was completely soaked. He lazily brushed away a few strands of blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes and continued his skillful moves, totally oblivious to the shower.

Another clash caused numerous debris to fly. Suddenly, he stopped. Something had caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. A bright light illuminated from a small object amidst the darkened atmosphere. He trotted closer to the source and was surprised to find a graceful feather lying there. Ironically, the feather was in the exact shape of an angel wing. It reminded him of someone.

Rinoa......

a voice called.

Seifer glanced up and spotted Rinoa shouting to him from the Garden's deck.

What are you doing out there? The headmaster wants you inside!

Oh...right. I'm coming! he hollered back. He studied the feather one more time and quickly slipped it in his pocket.