Élan
Mar 31 2008, 04:08 AM
When I first read about FFXIII Versus and saw the trailers, I freaked! The guy looks a bit like the way I imagined the male lead in my story would look like! My guy is a prince, too. But he’s actually the only heir to the throne. He’s suffering from amnesia and he’s a Drakonian, a different race who look like humans but they have “powers” and stuff. (His name is Xero, by the way!) Oh, and I have a cloaked bad guy, too!! (You know, the one from the scans!) I just thought I would post an excerpt from a chapter of my own story, though. Tell me what you think!
Unless you read the other chapters, the story might get REALLY confusing! Here’s a link:
http://dannecia.deviantart.com/gallery/#Discord-s-Harmony
By the way, I just happened to pick one of the sappier parts of my story! Don't think it's just romance! There's going to be PLENTY of butt-kicking!
My face was streaked with sweat when I finally woke up. The windows were clouded from moisture from the cold that was brewing outside. I tugged at the blanket, wrapping it tighter around me. That’s when I finally noticed it.
My body shook uncontrollably as I ran to Ennick’s room. His bed was neatly made, and the clock on the nightstand next to it was disconnected.
“He’s gone.” Zamino walked into the room, his face unreadable.
“He’s gone?”
“Yeah. He left you this.”
He handed me a note scribbled on a scrapped piece of paper.
I’m so sorry Dan, I had no other choice. Certain things were becoming unbearable to watch. I couldn’t take it. But I’m begging you, DON’T WORRY. I’m not sure where I’m gonna go, but I promise that I’ll come back. Once I get some things figured out, I’ll meet you in Dymencia. Tell Zamino to take care of you while I’m gone. And PLEASE remember… I loved you FIRST.
I wanted to crumple the paper up, but I didn’t. Instead, I folded it into a neat square and held it tightly in my hand.
“He’s stupid,” I said before marching into my room and locking the door.
I slid down the wall onto the floor. Why did Ennick have to do this? Why did he have to leave for a stupid reason like that? I knew exactly why he’d left. It was my fault. All his reactions lately were obvious clues, but I had acted too late. I guess Ennick was right. Xero was getting in the way.
Someone knocked on my door.
“Dannecia? Are you okay?” asked Xero.
I held in the tears that were drowning my lungs and picked myself up. The door opened, and there stood the culprit. But maybe it was the other way around. Maybe I was the culprit and he was the accomplice.
“I’m fine. Just a little shaken.”
“Why did he leave?”
“He had his reasons. I couldn’t have done anything to stop him.”
“So…”
“Just forget about him, okay? We’ve got more important things to do.”
Xero looked at me, surprised. I knew I was being a bit cold, but Ennick had no right to do that to us…and to me. He was going to get a beating when I saw him again.
“Well, then get ready,” Xero said. He stuck his head out the door, ignoring my gaze.
“Oh yeah…we’re going to see Enos.”
As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, Xero quickly shut the door behind him. He looked at me, breathing heavily. His hands cradled the edges of my face as he gave me a quick kiss.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t resist.”
The kiss was pleasant, but it made me feel gross. Now that I thought about it, I had kissed two different people yesterday. It felt like I’d created this toxic mixture of chemicals. It was probably what was making me feel sick.
“Is something wrong?” he asked me.
I shook my head no. He laughed. Then he smiled at me. The childlike smile.
“You’re adorable, you know?”
I thought he was adorable, too.
Unless you read the other chapters, the story might get REALLY confusing! Here’s a link:
http://dannecia.deviantart.com/gallery/#Discord-s-Harmony
By the way, I just happened to pick one of the sappier parts of my story! Don't think it's just romance! There's going to be PLENTY of butt-kicking!
My face was streaked with sweat when I finally woke up. The windows were clouded from moisture from the cold that was brewing outside. I tugged at the blanket, wrapping it tighter around me. That’s when I finally noticed it.
My body shook uncontrollably as I ran to Ennick’s room. His bed was neatly made, and the clock on the nightstand next to it was disconnected.
“He’s gone.” Zamino walked into the room, his face unreadable.
“He’s gone?”
“Yeah. He left you this.”
He handed me a note scribbled on a scrapped piece of paper.
I’m so sorry Dan, I had no other choice. Certain things were becoming unbearable to watch. I couldn’t take it. But I’m begging you, DON’T WORRY. I’m not sure where I’m gonna go, but I promise that I’ll come back. Once I get some things figured out, I’ll meet you in Dymencia. Tell Zamino to take care of you while I’m gone. And PLEASE remember… I loved you FIRST.
I wanted to crumple the paper up, but I didn’t. Instead, I folded it into a neat square and held it tightly in my hand.
“He’s stupid,” I said before marching into my room and locking the door.
I slid down the wall onto the floor. Why did Ennick have to do this? Why did he have to leave for a stupid reason like that? I knew exactly why he’d left. It was my fault. All his reactions lately were obvious clues, but I had acted too late. I guess Ennick was right. Xero was getting in the way.
Someone knocked on my door.
“Dannecia? Are you okay?” asked Xero.
I held in the tears that were drowning my lungs and picked myself up. The door opened, and there stood the culprit. But maybe it was the other way around. Maybe I was the culprit and he was the accomplice.
“I’m fine. Just a little shaken.”
“Why did he leave?”
“He had his reasons. I couldn’t have done anything to stop him.”
“So…”
“Just forget about him, okay? We’ve got more important things to do.”
Xero looked at me, surprised. I knew I was being a bit cold, but Ennick had no right to do that to us…and to me. He was going to get a beating when I saw him again.
“Well, then get ready,” Xero said. He stuck his head out the door, ignoring my gaze.
“Oh yeah…we’re going to see Enos.”
As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, Xero quickly shut the door behind him. He looked at me, breathing heavily. His hands cradled the edges of my face as he gave me a quick kiss.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t resist.”
The kiss was pleasant, but it made me feel gross. Now that I thought about it, I had kissed two different people yesterday. It felt like I’d created this toxic mixture of chemicals. It was probably what was making me feel sick.
“Is something wrong?” he asked me.
I shook my head no. He laughed. Then he smiled at me. The childlike smile.
“You’re adorable, you know?”
I thought he was adorable, too.